#how gradually something can build up and how much it can affect your life while being kind of objectively like，not that bad

[twstowo]

May I request Heartslabyul and Azul with an S/O who’s a very hard worker when they dedicate themselves and adore occasionally spoiling those they’re close to? (COUGH COUGH THEM AND GRIM ESPECIALLY)

when they first moved into Ramshackle, they spent much of their time working at cleaning and renovating it, they can be slow at times to understand things but their dedication to things they decide to put their all into is truly remarkable!

like for say giving their s/o the love the deserve on every level 👀

they may or may not have cried more than once when they showed them love and affection completely forgetting that they deserve love too but shhhhh

I sincerely hope this isn’t too confusing or too much of a request, and I wish you a lovely night!

♡︎Bestie don’t overwork yourself, there are flowers literally blooming in antarctica

♡︎Includes: Heartslabyul and Azul

⋆⋅☆Riddle

Riddle fully understands you since he is also a hard worker. To a certain point, when he arrived at Ramshackles with a strawberry tart that he had made for you with Trey’s help, and he saw you crying from his actions, he felt that he had to do something about you overworking yourself. To be honest, he got so worried when you started to cry in front of him; he just didn’t understand why you were crying, to the point he thought that he had done something wrong.

He is quick to invite you to Heartslabyul, where the two of you can walk around the fields, check the hedgehogs, and eat some more sweets that Trey prepared just for the two of you. Riddle totally called him asking for help. He also assures you that if you need help ever again, to call him, and he will be there to help. He tries his best not to turn the moment into a lecture, as you should not overwork yourself to this point. Please bear in mind that he deeply cares about you, and he only wants the best for you.

⋆⋅☆Trey

He is quick to notice when you are overworking yourself and also quick to make sure you get a break. If you cry when he is being nice to you, he will fully understand that this is duo all the pent-up emotions you have been building up and he will be there for you, hugging you until you stop crying. Probably gives you the best life advice ever and later on just bakes you something.

⋆⋅☆Cater

Cater senses that something is wrong with you; he will know right away if you are masking how tired you feel from overworking yourself. You can't hide it from him. He invites you to hang out with him, and the two of you can just have a pajama party, gossip about everyone, watch movies, and eat junk food.

If you cry in front of him because of it, he will hug you. He understands how you feel, always trying to put up a happy facade while you just feel so tired and detached from yourself.

⋆⋅☆Ace

Ace is likely to tell you to chill every time he sees you overworking yourself. However, he may not actively assist unless you specifically ask for his help. It might take observing Deuce stepping in to encourage you to take a break and offering assistance for Ace to realize that he should be a better friend and lend a hand occasionally.

If you happen to cry in front of him, Ace could become awkward and unsure of how to handle the situation. He might resort to patting your back in an attempt to provide some comfort.

⋆⋅☆Deuce

As mentioned earlier, Deuce is the proactive friend who consistently advises you to take breaks and frequently lends a helping hand, even when you insist that you can handle things on your own. He'll show up at Ramshackles, encourage you to sit down and rest, insisting that you've already worked more than enough for the day.

If you ever find yourself in tears in front of Deuce, he may be taken aback at first. While he might not fully comprehend the reasons behind your emotional state, he'll gradually approach to offer a comforting hug, always ensuring that you're comfortable with him being this close.

⋆⋅☆Azul

Very attentive, he recognizes when you're overworking yourself. Riddle goes above and beyond to help you relax. He offers you a complimentary 5-star course meal at Monstro Lounge, arranges for Jade to provide a back massage, and even provides a spa coupon for you to unwind. Will also use some of the people he has under contract to help you clean Ramshackle.

If you find yourself in tears in front of Azul, he responds with a comforting hug, gentle head pats, and whispered words of solace in your ear to help calm you down. Following this, he aims to engage in a conversation to understand what happened and how he can further support you.

[noodleblade]

Your soundstar post is so good, how do you think they got together? And did that decrease the murder attempts on megatron's life?

;-----; thank you <333333333 i love them so much and dont talk about them nearly enough.

Honestly, for me, I see their coming together really slow and gradual. Their relationship professionally is marred with complex distrust/trust for each other. They hate each other but also know they need each other in order for the Decepticons to get anything done. Soundwave is far too competent and instrumental to the actual function of the Cause for him to be displaced and Starscream, while vile and wicked, is second in command for a reason. He has leadership qualities and is competent in his various fields that it would be a major blow to the Decepticons to lose him as well. They both know this and understand this but there is still distrust between them.

I think loyalty/trust is something that builds over time. Its slow, its very background because so much other stuff is going on all the time they don't even realize they are giving each other that trust. I don't think it would be a One Moment Changes Everything type beat. Its a collection of them that add to their growth.

I think affection is something that takes even longer. Vulnerability is something they both have....difficulty with. If we are looking at TFP, Soundwave is incredibly guarded to the point of appearing almost mechanical while Starscream is volatile and hostile, he is also rarely open. Again, I'd picture it being a cluster of little instances of dropping their guard for a moment and these moments just...collect:

Starscream catching Soundwave working night shifts on the bridge alone, listening to music. Soundwave watching Starscream sneaking out to stretch his wings. Working together without a single argument and realizing, huh, this works pretty well? Success in doing something together and sees what happiness/pride/success look like on the other.

In TFP, there is a sense of sadness in both of them which I think allows for quite a bit of vulnerable moments. I could (and maybe one day will) write hundreds of these little, inconsequential moments.

For me, their relationship isn't so much as romantic as it is intimate. I, personally, don't picture them very lovey dovey, holding hands and going on dates and what not, but I do obsess over the quiet intimacy of sharing a space and allowing for them to drop their masks. Starscream doesn't have to posture and dramatizes his every action and Soundwave can loosen up and relax. Gently caring for each other in ways they neglect themselves. I could go on but god this is already much longer than I expected.

And yes, the murder attempts probably still continue. Maybe lessen, but Starscream's issues with Megatron are not solved by being in any sort of relationship with Soundwave. I think the beauty of their relationship is they still piss each other off at work. Starscream still demands bold action and approach in fighting the Autobots and Soundwave still prefers a defensive, subdued measures. They poke holes in each other's plans and ultimately, it makes them better in the end. I think depending on the continuity you choose, there is room to explore how Megatron effects their relationship, but I like to think they keep it very separate from what they are doing work-wise. There is potential for conflict there as well that would also be interesting to explore.

[merianmoriarty]

Yarncraft as Stim

So!  Yarncraft involves a lot of repetitive motion, can involve lots of textures, can involve noises, and has visible progress, all things that can affect your serotonin production.  Yay!  I do not recommend super-cheap acrylics, as they feel scratchy even when washed and most yarncraft works best if you only wash after the item has been completed.  Pound of Love skeins are pretty nice, as are most fake fur yarns and baby yarns.  T-shirt yarns can also be lovely, though they can be stretchy and create challenges when working with them.

In my case, I hoard yarn--I see a color that I fall in love with, or feel a texture that I need in my life, and I have to buy it, even if I have no plan on how to use it.  Much of the time, I don’t even keep the finished product; I often gift scarves, hats, and blankets purely because there was a color or texture I felt compelled to work with.  So I gradually work my way through my hoard with something that calms my mind more than scrolling my phone or reading and is a little easier to physically push away if I find myself slipping into hyperfocus.

Yarncraft has stopping points built-in.  You finish a row, or a color block, or a leaf, or a granny square, and that’s the end of a step or task.  Now your underqualified/overworked little brain-executive can be nudged into starting a new task, even if it’s just the next row, or color, or flower, or square.  For me, I find that it eases my anxiety about things like task-start-delay and task-conflation, and even makes it easier for me to complete and switch tasks for a little while afterward.  “I finished a row.  Now I brush my teeth.”  “I finished a color.  Now I drink my coffee.”

If you are able to use sharp objects safely, embroidery and cross-stitch will let you experience smooth textures in the needle and floss, and cross-stitch will additionally give you rougher or more rigid textures in your base fabric.  Embroidery can be fiddly, though, and may be frustrating, especially as a starter craft.  By contrast, cross-stitch can run a whole gamut of challenge level depending on your ability to transcribe maps and distinguish colors, but the overall technique is very simple and extremely repetitive (a good one for think-a-little/stop-thinking/think-a-little-more).  Since you’re passing the needle in and out of fabric, you’re not necessarily in contact with the needle for the entirety of the task, which can be a definite boon if you need to put the piece down suddenly, but undoing a mistake almost always requires snipping, which may contribute to anxiety.  Task-breaks in these are more fluid and the steps may have unpredictable duration; you may need to set timers for yourself to prevent hyperfocus.

Knitting and crochet both have a wide range of sizes and stitches to let you do a more fiddly task (if you need intense focus to relax) or a less fiddly task (if you need mindless repetition to relax).  Metal knitting needles can make sliding or clicking sounds for gentle auditory stim, and bamboo knitting needles give a velvety sensation in the hands when they slide together.  Blankets made on big hooks or needles build up quickly even with simple stitches, so if you thrive on visible progress, I recommend learning basics like Moss Stitch and Grass Stitch to work bulky yarns on hooks or needles size M and higher.  Bigger hooks and needles are also gentler on disabled hands--when I’m having a bad pain day or I’m losing some motor control, there’s no way I can work with a small set of needles.  I typically have at least two projects in progress:  one smaller and more complicated for things like gift-giving, challenging myself, or focus; one larger and simpler for pure repetition.  In conjunction with that, I hold my yarn on the left but work on the right, so all the exciting parts of crochet are performed with my right hand while all the exciting parts of knitting are performed with my left, which gives me more options when one hand is less coordinated or in more pain on a given day.  Knitting and crochet are also easier to undo without being destructive--if you make a mistake, you can unwind the work (quite far, unless you had a change in yarn), and then it can be put away without visible errors which might otherwise cause anxiety or distraction.

[selfpivot]

Combating Workplace Stress: Burnout, Mental Health, and Self-Care

Combating workplace stress means recognizing burnout, taking care of your mental health, and using self-care to stay balanced and productive.

Combating Workplace Stress as Burnout Gradually Sets In

The kind of culture that we live in it usually rewards you for working too hard, working to the point that you are breaking your back (Narayana Murthy comes to mind)

Interestingly, it’s not just how employees are treated but also the belief that exhaustion means you’re working hard enough.

The intention is all in the right places, desire to excel, to achieve, desire to have a good image, but then there is this hidden insecurity that makes you take on more than you can handle and at other times you are forced into it. Burnout slowly creeps in.

The way we usually perceive burnout is that it is sudden and suddenly it affects your body and your capacity to think. The truth of the matter is, that keeps building up.

The subtle sign of neck pain that you ignored, the help you provided despite not having time for it, the sleep you sacrificed, the cognitive load of having to process so much information, the emotional load of suppressing, sucking up, and doing the work slowly keeps aggravating.

Eventually, it reaches a stage where you cannot function anymore, you are demotivated, exhausted as well and restless because so much of the work is now pending because of that lack of functionality. It affects your sleep, appetite, physical and mental energy, not to forget your relationship with other humans.

Combating Workplace Stress: Practical Steps to Manage Burnout

While this might not be news to you, an important reminder is that we can take decisions before ourselves before our bodies make decisions for us.

1) Regular check-ins-

The best way to recognize burnout is by noticing when your body is constantly in fight or flight mode and eventually starts to collapse. Pay attention to when you’re feeling stressed or unsettled.

The easiest way for us to identify this is by asking ourselves regularly,

How do I feel physically and mentally?

Is there something I should be paying attention to?

2) Notice the self-notions that lead you to unknowingly increase your work pressure.

For example, what if my coworker gets upset, I should take on that workload, what if I am not doing enough to prove my worth?

3) Compartmentalize – There is always scope to alter how much we take on.

1. Are there things that can be delayed

2. Are there things I can say no to

3. Are there things I can get help for

4. Are there things I can choose to focus on right now

5. Are there unnecessary tabs open?

6. Is there space to delegate?

7. Can a certain aspect of work be negotiated about?

4) Being conscious of one’s values-

This is not only something that would help with burnout but even before you start working. Values are guides on how you want to curate your life.

For example, if for me the value of creativity is important, I will probably look for an environment that promotes creative work and creative thinking.

If for me leadership is important, I would consciously practice being assertive at my workplace

If having a balance is more important for me than competing, I will accordingly decide on how my progress should look and will try to be comfortable with the idea that others around me are working with some other idea in mind. Explore how our Online Therapy options can provide the support you need to improve your mental well-being

5) Create and discuss your list of non-negotiables-

It is important to know what you will not compromise on no matter what, for example leaving the office at a certain time, having 30 minutes of physical activity, having 7 hours of sleep, not touching work after reaching home, spending time with friends, partners, etc.

6) Work with your fears-

A cognitive bias that we often get to see is catastrophizing- often with a constant pile of work one can start feeling like if I lag in one project I will be kicked out or I will be left behind. I will not be able to come out of this mess etc.

In such circumstances, the situation is usually much worse in our minds than it is in reality. So, it’s important to assess each situation and distinguish between a real catastrophe and what’s actually happening.

7) Pause –

The most powerful tool there is can be explained by just one word. Pause.

You should do this not just in extremely overwhelming situations but whenever you sense even a hint of tension in your nervous system.

While these are some guidelines for general circumstances, sometimes life brings us to paths where there are genuinely no options but to continue working in a toxic situation or where negotiation of any kind is impossible.

Even in those situations, pausing for some time, taking deep breaths, and finding some way of releasing the pent-up energies can be far more effective than, completely ignoring it.

Finally,

Follow the advice you would give to your friend

Follow the advice you would give to your friend who was in the same situation as you, (keeping in mind that it is a pro-health choice) – for example, you tell your friend to catch a break and follow it

Conclusion:

To effectively combat workplace stress and prevent burnout essential to take proactive measures and prioritize self-care. This requires recognizing the signs of burnout and understanding its gradual onset. Regular self-checks and being mindful of self-perceptions that may contribute to work pressure are essential in managing workload and promoting mental well-being. Setting clear boundaries and prioritizing personal values can also support a healthy work-life balance.

Confronting fears and incorporating mindfulness techniques, such as taking occasional breaks, can alleviate stress and prevent burnout. Ultimately, prioritizing personal health and finding a healthy work-life balance is key to effectively managing workplace stress and preventing burnout.

If you are going through workplace stress, you can get in touch with us for Online Therapy in Kolkata to manage your stress and prioritize self-care for a healthier work-life balance.

[theramblingvoid]

The issue is that it's like, not that bad. If I could take a pair of time scissors and snip out a little hour long triangle of Now and put it somewhere in Before, it wouldn't even be a ruined day. It would hurt, but not that bad, and it would be weird to happen all at once and then none at all instead of the slow buildup notice-too-late way it did happen, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. I probably wouldn't even have told anyone. Just took a nap maybe, or filled a hot water bottle, or more likely, knowing me, sat there and studied and vaguely wondered if the thing I ate that morning might have gone a little off. Some people have very bad pain. Excruciating, for some people. Mine is like, not that bad.

But the issue is that it's like, not that bad, but not just for an hour. The issue is it was one bad hour in March, three of them some time in early April, and then at some point I can't pin down in hindsight I forgot what it felt like to not be in pain. And it's never been that bad - I could sit at a desk, I could keep up a conversation, and I worked all the way through it, best I could - but my chest hurts in new ways from hunching over old pain and bracing my arms on that desk without noticing. My jaw aches from clenching my teeth, and my boss doesn't know that it's not that bad when she sits me down and asks me why my time has yet to solidify in an appropriate amount of papers on her desk. Because it has been months, see, and a trickle of sand fills a bucket in a year the same way a shovel can do it in a day.

And I am lucky, genuinely. I am so lucky that it's like, not that bad. I have never needed the hospital for it, never been to the emergency room. I could walk, every day, even if it wasn't pretty. But the issue, the god damned issue is that I do not own time scissors because they don't exist. Thirty seconds underwater is like, not that bad, but thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, and thirty more, without coming up for air, thirty more, thirty more, thirty more has you drowning. And that's what I think people don't understand, sometimes. I know I didn't. I do now.

Hey. Chronically ill friend. Come here. Let me tell you a secret.

Even if it's like, really not that bad, you're allowed to admit it can be really fucking hard.

[sukunasweetheart]

when he falls in love

Sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings; yandere/toxic sukuna, manipulation, some hinting at murder, death of a loved one, tiny bit of breeding kink, voyeurism and degradation, contains only little smut, sukuna’s so terrible but so good

Word count: 1.7k

When Sukuna falls in love, he falls in love quite beautifully.

When he falls in love, he feels the wild thrum of his heart against his ribcage, he feels the prickly sensation of a delicious shock running through his flesh, and he feels the edges of his mind that were once sharp, erode into a soft pile of dust.

When he falls in love, that is the only thing he thinks about, every second of the day.

It is rather outrageous, after all. Who would dare shake his soul like this? Who would dare make him feel the absolutely ludicrous emotion, that is, love? Who would dare?

But despite all this, Sukuna remains calm and collected. There is not a single shift of change within his facial muscles as he orders his usual drink from you at the counter, in the coffee shop you work at. Truth be told, the quality of the beans and its taste is nothing special. If he is to be harsh about it, he could even say that it’s below average, exactly the kind of flavour he anticipates for coffee that’s made for the everyday person.

But it’s something that’s been touched by you, so he will gladly sip on it slowly, while he attempts to chat with you during the quiet hours of your shift.

There’s a certain sparkle in your eyes that he loves looking at, a sparkle that he’s only ever seen in you. He pushes back important meetings with very important people, leaves his paperwork unfinished, leaves his extravagant and fancy office at the top of his company building empty without his presence, just to see you again, and again.

Slowly sinking himself into your life, Sukuna cleverly weaves his time into yours, so that fate abides to his will. Gradually, you find that you’ve gotten very close to the strange CEO who seems to have too much time and too much money on his hands.

So close, that one day, you decide to ask him for advice with your little one-sided crush on another man.

The cup of coffee that he’s lifting up to his lips stops mid-air, as he replays your words in his mind like a broken recorder. He doesn’t take the sip, and instead places the cup back onto its saucer, with a soft clink. Mustering up a friendly smile, Sukuna tells you;

“Of course, doll. Tell me all about him.”

And he can’t stand it. He can’t stand the way you talk about him. He can’t stand the fact that your mind is occupied by someone else.

At his desk, his fingertips tap against the surface rhythmically, the glossy sheen of his black nails showing every time they go up, and then down. Lips pursed into a flat line, he thinks, and thinks, and thinks. He skim reads over the obtained profile of that man you are so enamoured by, and sighs.

You have no keen eye for men. It beats him, how you could’ve fallen for someone as boring as this fool. Rolling his chair back away from his desk, he spins around to face the glass windows of his penthouse office. Standing up, he stares down at the city below with arms crossed.

There’s always a way around everything. Maybe not entirely possible for most, but for Sukuna, it most certainly is.

“Uraume,” he beckons. “I have a little extra task for you to do.”

When Sukuna falls in love, it can be quite beautiful.

But only in the same way that a white rose dyed red with blood is beautiful.

-

At the funeral, you let out the most heart-wrenching sobs as you crumble down before your best friend’s coffin. How could this have happened? That your lifelong friend, whom you have spent your best and worst days with, be murdered by-

“Oh, doll…I’m so sorry,” a familiar voice approaches. His arms come around you, comforting you greatly.

“To think that the man of your affection would do such a terrible thing. Truly twisted.”

You fall apart at the seams within his hold, and he coos at you gently. Fret not - he shall sew you back together, good as new.

“Don’t worry. I’ll use the best of my ability to make sure he receives the most severe punishment he deserves.”

The case earns nation-wide attention, as the perpetrator of such a brutal murder, your little former crush, refuses to plead guilty despite the blaring evidence that all points towards him.

Please listen to me! I didn’t do it. It wasn’t me! I’m being wrongfully framed-

Angry tears fill your eyes as you turn the TV screen off.

A few days later, he seems to have gotten into a fatal car accident on his way to prison, instantly killing everyone within the vehicle. Sukuna hides the corner of his mouth that tugs upwards ever so slightly behind his hand. A faulty police car, the news had informed.

“...He should’ve rotted away in prison. This is too lenient,” you say with deep grief in your eyes, fists shaking with anger.

It is times like these, where Sukuna seems to swoop in to be of great comfort to you, coddling you under his care at your most vulnerable state. He wipes at your eyes gently and finds ways to make you feel better - how could you not fall for him?

He’d helped with the preparations for your friend’s funeral. Stayed with you to make sure you weren’t grieving alone. Assigned his best lawyers and used his connections with the police to help achieve "justice", gaining the life imprisonment that the man deserved, just as he’d promised. Though it was a shame that he had to go and die before serving any of that time.

It had started off with only feelings of thankfulness, at first. But now, it’s turning into something a little more than that.

You’re painfully self conscious around him now. Wondering if you look, smell, act okay. Whether your clothes aren’t too wrinkly, or whether you’ve used a sufficient amount of perfume or if your make up is a little too dense today. You hold your breath when he gets a little too close and your eyes wander around his perfect body for longer than before. His cologne intoxicatingly beckons you in, inviting you to come closer.

Welcome home.

Sukuna notices the change immediately, and he thinks, finally - finally, you’re coming to me.

The day that you confess to him, he grins as if he’d been expecting it all along, and accepts you with open arms.

-

Sukuna struck you as someone who is quite the gentleman - considerate and compassionate, civilised and well-mannered.

Yet here he is, bending your body back into lewd positions, pens and papers fluttering to the ground from his desk as he has you strewn across it - thrusting into you vehemently. His office is supposedly soundproof, and he rarely has any visitors from most employees besides his secretary, Uraume.

That doesn’t stop you from worrying however, but - what is this odd feeling? You feel a little thrilled when you think about getting seen by someone else like this. Not that you have a moment’s peace within your mind to properly think about it - not when his cock reaches so deeply into your core.

His talking is still smooth and suave, his voice dripping with honey, but the words that he whispers are so indecent. They’re words that you’d never imagined would come out of his mouth. Sukuna helps you discover things about yourself, things that you would’ve turned your head away from if anyone else had suggested them. Whatever it is that he decides to do with your body - you end up enjoying it.

And you’re starting to fear; maybe you really are the “slut” that he claims you are in bed. You just can’t control yourself when he rolls his tongue around yours like that. When his load seeps into your womb, making you feel so warm and fulfilled. But again, there is no need to worry. Sukuna will cater to your needs willingly - as long as you remain as his good little girlfriend.

-

Not long after, he proposes, and you accept him in a heartbeat. He’s convinced that you’re his, and he’s yours - which you agree with, wholeheartedly.

Sukuna showers you with his riches, holding a perfect wedding with the perfect wedding dress. You’re a little overwhelmed by the amount of people who attend, people from high positions coming to congratulate him and bringing their own gifts to the ceremony, but you manage to endure it through. And he rewards you generously for that, during the night of your wedding.

Former girlfriend and now his wife, Sukuna couldn’t be happier. He has you curled up in his lap while he languidly smiles, tilting his head back slightly, looking at the ceiling thoughtlessly.

Sukuna always gets what he wants. He always wins in the end. And this might as well be the biggest victory of his life.

You still regularly visit your best friend’s memorial to pay your respects - and he frees up his schedule to follow along every time. Though he doesn’t understand it, he finds it cute, when you speak to the corpse buried beneath, as if they are alive to hear you.

When you’re done, you start walking back as per usual. Sukuna lingers behind, standing before the tombstone with the most cunning grin on his face. He thinks trying out the way you approach it wouldn’t hurt.

“I’m most certainly grateful; for your sacrifice.” He chuckles to himself. It does feel a little awkward after all, talking to a dead person.

“Thanks to you, I’ll be the one making her happy - for the rest of her life.”

After walking for a fair bit and realising that your husband isn’t following you back, you turn around to see him still standing before the tombstone. From this distance, it seems as though he’s really paying his respects to your friend - and that makes you feel all warm and touched on the inside. You call out his name and he looks at you, smiling.

“Coming, darling.”

When Sukuna falls in love, it is definitely something beautiful - in the most sick and twisted way possible. But you don’t need to know that last little part, do you?

He’ll make sure that you never find out.

Pt. 2 sequel

Masterlist

[slasherhaven]

✨Hi✨Can you write a headcanon for slashers' toxic treats in a relationship? (It may their insecurities, being too jealous/overprotective ect..) thank you so much and i love your blog 💖🦄

You mean other than the murder and sadism???? Sure! 😂 (Not all of these are ‘toxic traits’, some are just problems that you might have in the relationship. Not including the whole murder thing...)

The Slashers and their toxic traits:

Thomas Hewitt 

His insecurities. He beats himself up so much about everything and it occasionally gets in the way of your relationship. For the most part you are able to reassure him and he comes around, missing being with you. However, he can start to hide down on the basement and start avoiding you, causing a divide between you both. He’ll comes around or you will march down there and confront him, lovingly, and he’ll feel better for a while. It’s a slow process building Tommy’s self worth but you’re a huge help!

His family? I mean...we all know Hoyt isn’t exactly friendly. Once you’re a part of the family, he expects you to have some sort of part in their chores. He also has a habit of teasing you and Thomas, and not in a very playful way, normally worsening Thomas’ insecurities. Luda May isn’t completely innocent either, though. She does love you but is pretty tough in the early stages of your relationship, like she doesn’t trust you. Once you’re officially a member of the family, she eases up on you though. 

Michael Myers 

Can be very cold. This shouldn’t be surprising. He’s a very stoic, cold man who is mostly unaffectionate. It takes so long to start building physical affection with him that most people would just give up before they get there. Of course, it’s worth it for when he finally starts to open up to it, but it can be draining on you.

Likes to get his way. He’s stubborn and independent. The thought of having somebody rely on him or to rely on somebody else makes him very uncomfortable, he isn’t used to it at all. And yet, here you both are. So, he doesn’t ask before doing most things, he just kind of...does. He doesn’t understand why you explain that you would like for him to mention it in the future. An example of this is just leaving the house without telling you, leaving you looking for him before realising he left for the night. He’ll gradually come around to improving on it, starting small, but that means a whole lot coming from Michael.

Jason Voorhees 

His insecurities. Jason doesn’t pull away from you because of it but the more understanding and patient you are, the better it will be. It takes a long time for him to remove the mask and, naturally, that can cause some tension. He’s too worried about scaring you away while you’re worrying that he doesn’t trust you as much as he claims too. This is something that can be dealt with eventually. Once he’s removed the mask and you make him feel loved, this issue slowly fades away.

Isolation? It’s not really his fault. He lives out in a cabin in the middle of the woods near an old run down summer camp and now you live with him. He’s not purposely keeping you away from other people but it’s something that can’t be helped. Of course he’s not going to stop you from taking trips to visit family or friends even if he would miss you, it’s just now always very easy to do so.

Brahms Heelshire 

Selfish. Brahms has a major case of only child syndrome. He can’t accept ‘no’ as an answer, he demands everything he wants, he only really things about himself, mostly because that’s what he’s used too. Thank his parents. Deep down, he really is a sweetheart but you have to chisel away all that nastiness. It’s hard work and you play more of a caretaker role before a romantic partner.

Get’s extremely jealous. He hates the grocery boy’s guts with a vengeance, all because he flirted with you that one time. But he gets jealous over stupid things as well, just when he decides that you aren’t giving him enough attention, which he wants a lot of.

Uses guilt trips. This one you need to stop as soon as possible. It’s how he got his way with his parents, and now he will try to use it against you. As you try to reign in his selfishness, you have to for the same for his guilt trips.

Bo Sinclair

Can’t take responsibility. It takes so much to get him to sincerely apologise. He really needs to see that he’s done something wrong and has really upset you in order to actually apologise. Otherwise he’ll just brush it off and move on, refusing to admit that he did anything wrong.

Manipulative. It’s almost like being manipulative is Bo’s second nature. He does it all the time with people who come into the town but he doesn’t really mean to do it to you. But when he wants something or he’s irritated, he just slips up and it happens. Big fan of saying things like “you’re overreacting”.

Vincent Sinclair 

His insecurities. Vincent can become very withdrawn from you due to his own insecurities. It can really get in the way of your relationship. Of course you’re understanding and compassionate but it does start to wear you down, making you a little irritated. You never let on to those feelings though, always trying to comfort him. Vincent will come around eventually after some reassurance but it can be a tough time.

His relationship with Bo. This is probably a bigger problem than his insecurities. Bo has a lot of power over Vincent and you don’t like it at all, even if you have developed a fondness for the other twin as well. Most of the times it isn’t a problem but when Bo is in a bad mood, he mostly takes it out on Vincent. It can feel like Vincent puts Bo above you, even when Bo is being awful. You understand it, you really do. Bo is the toxic one, not Vincent. But that doesn’t always make things easier.

Lester Sinclair

His relationship with his brothers. Lester isn’t a very toxic person but any relationship with somebody who has a life like his could become a little toxic. You are incredibly important to him but...so are his brothers. It’s highly unlikely that he would leave Ambrose to live a more honest life, or at least try to. He’s more likely to do so than either of the twins but it’s still very unlikely to happen. Sometimes it can make you question his priorities, but he really really does love you more than anything.

Bubba Sawyer

His family. His family is extremely toxic, this shouldn’t be much of a shock. Bubba is probably the least toxic out of all of them, this man just wants to love somebody and be loved in return. By family, I mostly mean Drayton.

Isolation. Like with Jason, this isn’t really his fault but it’s something to consider. If you have family or friends, you likely won’t be able to see them much at all. You could still call and message but you live with the Sawyers now that Drayton doesn’t like the idea of you coming and going. This probably links back to the toxic family dynamics.

Billy Lenz

Jealous/possessive. He’s pretty much a shut in, he doesn’t like leaving the house even though he probably could. He doesn’t have a problem with you having friends but gets a little pouty if you go out with them for a long time, and when you get back home, he is extra clingy. He won’t stop you but you’re well aware that he would rather you just stay with him. He probably feels more lonely than anything.

Asa Emory (The Collector)

Manipulative. Asa knows what he wants and when he wants something, he will get it. He does genuinely try to not purposely manipulate you since he cares about you. However, manipulation usually comes so easily to him that he might not even realise he’s doing it.

His need for control. Asa likes being in control and he loves when you’re submissive to him. This means that he can find it a little difficult to give up some control in the relationship or around the house. It can be infuriating but can be adjusted slowly but it’s not going to be easy.

Jesse Cromeans (Chromeskull) 

Overprotective/possessive. As soon as another man is talking to you, he will be right by your side, his intimidating figure usually being enough to scare them off. If he had it his way, he’d have you with him at all time, only for him to touch or even look at. However, he won’t resort to that unless it’s something you want...still, it’s obvious and it can become overbearing if nothing else.

Depending on your feelings towards his ‘job’, he can be gone for long periods of times. Unless you are completely okay with what he does and go on the ‘business’ trips with him, you are going to be left home alone for long periods of time. Of course, you might be completely okay with that and if that’s the case, there’s no problem. If you need him around some more...well, you might start to feel a little lonely. He always makes it up to you when he gets home though!

Otis Driftwood 

Very focused on himself. He’s just used to only thinking about himself, ever since he was a kid. Of course he does genuinely care about the family and about you (and he doesn’t express that to you better than he does the family) but he’s nowhere near perfect with it. He also has a tendency of pulling away from you when this gets bad. When he realises that it’s bothered you, he doesn’t really apologise either, but he’ll still offer you some comfort.

Anger issues. This man has a temper. He would never turn you but oh boy is it hard work. Most of the time it’s just ranting and shouting about whatever pissed him off. While it doesn’t turn physical or is ever directed at you, it can be a little draining.

Baby Firefly 

Doesn’t take much seriously. Baby tends to treat everything like a joke or just doesn’t realise how serious the situation is to you. It’s not an constant thing, if you’re upset, she’ll notice and take it seriously as she comforts you. But she still sometimes brushes off your concerns (as well as everyone else’s) because she’s practically bouncing with energy.

Yautja (Predator) 

He. Is. An. Alien. I wouldn’t really call this a toxic trait but it definitely causes some complications. The traditions of his race can be...startling. You find far too many skulls in your home when you start courting. You are also likely the thing to introduce him to monogamy, but he adapts to that very fast because you’re so precious to him.

Pretty possessive. He isn’t the jealous type, just very possessive. You are his mate, his little human, and he wants everyone (especially other Yautjas) to know that. At times it might become a little suffocating.

(Look...I’m bias here okay!)

[melaschnie]

[Here are some tips and things to keep in mind for going back to uni this autumn! I know that some (me included) have already started going to school/uni in person again, but I think for a lot of people the next semester is still a few weeks away and this might be helpful :)]

[the transcript is below the cut]

Going back to uni after lockdown

What effects has social distancing for over 1.5 years had on us?

Being isolated from our social circle and having little to no social life comes with many negative psychological effects, such as exhaustion, anxiety, irritability, poor concentration, or symptoms of depression.

Being isolated for so long also negatively affects our social connectedness, which is one of the most important factors that influence psychological well-being.

1: Keeping up with current regulations / safety measures

Just because we will finally be able to get back to uni for lectures sadly doesn’t mean that the pandemic is over. So make a point to still keep up with federal and local rules.

Your university will most likely have its own rules on what is allowed on campus, e.g., you might only be allowed to sit at a table with two people. Because the number of people who are allowed to attend a lecture in person might be limited, make sure to regularly check your student e-mail for updates on what your university has planned for the upcoming semester!

2: Checking in and reaching out to others

For some, staying at home might have been relaxing, while others experienced it as very stressful (e.g. due to family). What you can do to help others move forward, as a first step to ease back into socialising, is reach out to them. Maybe you can go and have lunch together sometime soon!

There might be people you haven’t spoken to since the beginning of the pandemic, but who says that you won’t enjoy spending time with them now as much as you did then?

If you are hesitant about conversation being awkward just remember: everyone will understand, you are not alone in this.

3: Reframing of negative thoughts

When reaching out to people, not getting an immediate response is always a possibility. Maybe there still isn’t one a week later. Did I annoy them? Do they not want anything to do with me?

Don’t worry, you’re not alone with those thoughts. Sometimes it is better to take a step back and ask yourself if there is a concrete reason for your worries. Are you overanalysing the situation? Most likely the slow response has nothing to do with you at all! Just send a follow-up text and be patient - who knows what’s currently going on in the other person’s life.

4: Easing back into socialising

After a long time of not meeting in person, many people experience socialising as incredibly exhausting. You can limit this by taking small consistent steps before going back to university, for example: texting, (video) calls, meeting another person for a limited time (e.g., lunch), spending an evening with a group of friends.

Just remember to be patient with yourself (and others!) and don’t try to push too hard too fast. By gradually building up to meeting larger groups of people, you can avoid being overwhelmed on the first day back at university, but it is fine if you still feel that way - everyone experiences this situation differently.

5: Be mindful and respect boundaries

This is something that applies as much to yourself as it does to others. Everyone was affected differently by the pandemic, so it is important to be mindful of others’ boundaries. If they are not comfortable sitting together closely during a break, that’s fine.

Don’t be hesitant to communicate it if you’re the one who is uncomfortable in a situation; just like you should respect others’ feelings, they should respect yours and act accordingly.

Tip: To make sure everyone knows who is fine with what in terms of closeness, you could clarify it via text first to avoid awkward situations.

6: Open and honest conversation

You have heard it before and you will hear it again: conversation is key. Make it an open and honest conversation, so you can be sure that everyone is on the same page.

Talking about your concerns openly will help relieve the anxiety that you or others might be dealing with. It also increases social support because others will probably be experiencing similar feelings. You’ll be there to reassure each other along the way and find solutions for what worries you.

7: Social and institutional support

If you are feeling like you need someone to talk to apart from your friends or family, take a look at your university’s website! Some offer free counselling sessions to their students. Also, student organisations in your city can often provide you with a direct contact to a psychologist or psychiatrist if the need arises. 

Take them up on these offers, these people are being paid to help you to the best of their abilities. Sometimes, opening up to a stranger is easier than anything else.

8: Don’t forget about the basics!

And then there are the things you should always do before going back to uni. Do you need to look for a job? Get new books? New stationery? Do it.

Many students also need to move back to the city they are studying in. After a long time of living in a different place, for example, if you’ve moved back in with your parents, it can be time-consuming to pack everything back up or look for a new place to live in.

Give yourself enough time before classes start again, so you don’t end up more stressed than you already are!

9: Help maintain a safe environment

Lastly, there are three general things you can do to help maintain a safe learning environment for everyone:

1. If you can, go and get vaccinated!

2. If you can’t (yet), please consider getting tested regularly.

3. Wear a mask and wash your hands.

(Obviously, all three points depend on a lot of other factors, such as incidence numbers, how many people are already vaccinated, or your country’s policy on offering tests to the population. This is not meant to pressure you into anything, these are simply things that have been proven to help keep virus transmission to a minimum.)

Thank you for reading! I hope everyone stays safe and has a great start of the new semester!

[getouswh0re]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

genre: yandere, unhealthy relationships, mentions of violence, blood & gore, mass murdering, obsession, slight manga spoilers

synopsis: he would tear the entire world apart with his own hands, just to keep you by his side evermore.

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Love is a lethal bliss.

Bearing semblance to momentary sweetness, it warms the cockles of your heart; yet before one could even savour it for long, in its honey-like aftertaste is a deadly poison — seeping through the branching veins and killing every cell of the living host within its reach. Soundlessly, life is sucked out as one discovers themselves teetering on a tightrope of death.

i) The ambience of the atmosphere between you and Gojo is silent, deadly — akin to the calming weather before a raging storm. As the two of you stand at opposite ends of the living room, eyes refusing to meet with the sorcerer’s as an expanse of sky blue smoulders holes into your soul. Feeling your limbs trembling from the intensity of his stare, cat got your tongue. The words you’ve meant to say are stuck at the back of your throat as the taller male shifts a step forward, and you unconsciously leaning back against the wall.

“Do we have to do this love?” You cringe at the feigned pain interlaced in your ex’s tone. “You know you don’t have to do this. This is painful for both you and I, and knowing how much you love me, you certainly don’t want to put both of us through all of this. Don’t you?”

You bite your lip, eyes downcast. 

You wish all of this isn’t necessary, that everything that has happened is nothing more than your imagination regarding the red flags displayed before your periphery. Still, you have to do it having mulled over it for a while. It is about time that all of this come to an end. 

Ever since a certain man called Gojo Satoru meandered into your life, everything changed as your feelings for the male blossomed, like fresh buds on the bare branches with remnants of snow thawing into tinges of spring. It didn’t take long for the two of you to reciprocate one another’s feelings, yet cracks gradually surface on what seemed like an all-too-perfect fairy tale, breaking the crystal ball of illusion that you had been trapped in throughout all these months. 

For as long as you could remember, Gojo has been acting out of character; sure enough he retains his childish personality and insufferable god complex, yet there are times when you could barely recognise him. On occasions he would whine for hours, desperate to gain your attention, and there were moments when he’d follow wherever you went. Initially dismissing his clinginess as his way of displaying affection, you didn’t think much about it. That was until his demeanour underwent a 180 degree shift; being overbearing was one thing, yet the sorcerer had the audacity to dictate your life and your social circle, stepping his foot way past the boundaries that even you thought was too much. 

It wasn’t like you didn’t give Gojo an opportunity to change for the better. You did; it was him who failed to reflect on his own mistakes, to take things for granted without realising he had been in the wrong all along. With those alarming signs of the relationship spiralling into a toxic one, it occurred to you that you should end things fast before circumstances aggravated. 

Love is a beautiful pain.

To relish its fleeting vestiges between their fingertips, one must endure the torment of its thorns. Not everyone has the courage to sacrifice their sanity for something so transient, but one — or maybe few, who are more than willing to pay for their price, would do anything to hold onto such evanescent reminisces close to their heart.

ii) “Come on y/n. You know you don’t want to break up with me, stop lying to your heart.” 

As if his saccharine smile isn’t enough to make bile surge up your throat, the lovelorn white-haired man stares at you with such adoration, making you revolted than ever; before you could even blink, he is already inches away, bringing up his slender fingers and caressing your cheeks with utter delicacy. 

“From the moment we met, it’s like the red strings of fate intertwining, akin to two worlds colliding.”

Feeling his breath tickling your frigid neck, goosebumps laminate your skin as you shudder underneath his lasting touches.

“Your heart belongs to me, and mine yours. It’s like the universe wants the two of us to be together — forever. Just stop denying your feelings, okay? I can hear your heartbeat ... it’s beating crazy, just for me.” 

“Gojo, you need to stop all of this —“

“Oh honey, don’t say that ... I know the look in those eyes.” He presses on, his insufferable ego refusing to give in. “You might be pushing me away, but your body does the exact opposite. You’re still in love with me. You care for me, I know you do.”

Perhaps that is what makes terrifying about the sorcerer. Wearing his usual smile on a deceptively charming face, his true thoughts are inscrutable beneath the unfazed facade; worst of all, you never know what would drive him off the edge, not until you experience triggering a ticking time bomb by accident.

“Gojo, hear me out.” You push the towering male away, determined than ever to cut ties with him for the sake of your own safety. “What you do is not love anymore. It’s ... obsession! And it’s suffocating me! If you truly cared about me you would’ve respected my wishes and opinions — but you didn’t. No matter how much you love someone, this is far beyond acceptable. I ... we need to break up, for the sake of both of us.”

Stunned, the remnants of hope flicker in the sorcerer’s azure eyes before dissipating into darkness, along with his despondent heart that has plummeted into abysmal depths of a bottomless void. Hands retracting from your skin, you heave out a sigh of relief when spine-chilling chortles echo from Gojo’s throat.

“You think that’s it? That I’ll let you go?” The crazed glint in his burning stare convinces you even more that breaking up with this delusional man is the only option to save yourself. Slowly backing towards the door, you have prepared yourself for the worst, making a potential run with a bag filled with your valuables.

“You cannot run away from me y/n! You know you can never escape from me. I will flip the world upside down to find you — and hunt you down! Want me to prove that? I will tear the entire world apart by my hands, just so that you won’t run away from me anymore!”

You finally make your run, sprinting out of your shared apartment as fast as you could whilst ignoring his shrilling screams, deciding to leave everything behind for good.

Love is an unprecedented enigma.

Like a never-ending Möbius strip, the red strings of fate intertwines people's fates — yet at the same time, it looms over everyone's lives like a doom of death, mercilessly tearing loved ones or those held dear to their hearts apart within the blink of an eye. Callous as it seems, it reminds people how minuscule acts of gratitude allow them to appreciate the present before they lament or carry their regrets later on in life. Unfortunately, with the complexity of destiny, nobody could ever foresee when karma would dawn upon their heads. Not even you.

Little would you know that doomsday would be awaiting you so soon.

iii) For what feels like going through hell and back, you finally manage to rid yourself out of the psychotic sorcerer's hands and his devious manipulation. For what it’s worth, there is no guarantee about your life returning to normal. Knowing that it is nearly impossible to escape from Gojo (knowing that his sixth eyes can instantly locate where you are), you eventually make the decision of moving away with a heavy heart, considering that it would be what it’s best to solve your issues with your controlling ex. 

Having settled the documents and errands, all that’s left is for you to leave the place filled with nothing other than sad memories. As if it seems like a fresh start is extending its outstretched hands towards you, freedom is just within hand’s reach.

Not until all hell breaks loose on October 31st — the day of your departure. 

Copper tinges beckon indigo skies at twilight, remnants of the setting sun shining through the windows as you take a last, rueful look at the apartment you’ve resided most of your life before grabbing your belongings and heading towards the train station. With the day being Halloween, it isn’t surprising at all that the streets would be crowded, flooded with jovial citizens who want to enjoy themselves during the spooky season. All you have to do is make your way onto the designated train. 

Yet that never happened, because havoc descends among the living like a catastrophic plague. 

Just as you writhe your way through the streets and making your way towards the train station, screams erupt when a massive quake demolish the surrounding buildings into shambles, tearing the festive merriment in the atmosphere apart as people turn and run in all directions without warning — leaving you extremely perplexed about the current state of Shibuya. Horror is evident in every onlooker’s eyes whilst they dash for shelter; the city is in absolute chaos — danger looming, asphalt pavements ensanguined with blood, distressed cries resonating into the night. 

“Hey!” You call out, grabbing onto a random passerby. “What the hell happened?” 

“Danger ... curses ... sorcerer —“

Your blood run cold upon the mentioning, and it didn’t take long for you to figure out the entire situation and who has been responsible. In hindsight, you should’ve had followed the rest and ran away from the scene immediately, but you don’t — standing there amongst the quiet streets in utter terror. And before you could even lift your legs and sprint for your life, there he is, stained from head to toe in blood — an inebriated stare full of nothing but infatuation for you. 

“Honey! There you are ...” Skipping over mountains of corpses humming a joyful tune, Gojo happily pulls you into his chest, nestling his face against your squirming shoulders, his grip a vice against your futile efforts of struggling to break free. “I was so worried about you ever since you left! I ... I feel like my world is falling apart, and I just cannot live without you you know!” 

“Get. The. Hell. Off. Me!” 

The sorcerer chortles at your demand, ignoring your protests as he hugs you closer to his throbbing heart. 

“Darling ... we could’ve been so happy together. Yet you have to do all of this. For what? If you had given me your heart and soul, none of this would’ve happened —“

“Oh, so this is my fucking problem now?” You hiss, shoving the taller male off. “You really are crazy — Gojo Satoru. But I never regret the decision I’ve made, and I will do it again and again if I need to!” 

That is when he activates his domain expansion. 

All of your sudden, your mind is a blank — staring into the sorcerer’s cerulean eyes as it overwhelms you like a raging hurricane, sucking you deeper and deeper until your entirety sinks into his infinite void. For once you finally fear the strongest man on earth — of the dangers he possesses and what would’ve happened had he decided to break your mind the hard way. 

“To be honest, I don’t care ~” Silent tears roll down your cheeks once you recognise the drop in the man’s usual carefree tone, feeling the remnants of sanity being ruthlessly stripped away from you as you fall limp in Gojo’s loving arms. 

“The seas can rage, the heavens will rumble. But no matter what happens, I’m never going to let any of this take you away from me — for you and I are the honoured ones, destined to be together ...” 

With his voice dwindling to a hushed whisper, the sorcerer slips a shimmering ring onto your finger, declaring in utmost adoration his vows of undying love. 

“In time and evermore.”

[ddarker-dreams]

Saturnine. Yan Chrollo x Reader [SMUT]

Tags/warnings: Dubcon, oral sex, creampie, my brain melting, condescending ???, Chrollo always has smth to say Word count: 2.2k. Note: it is finally done .

When gazing into the mirror, it should be easy to recognize the reflection staring back as your own. It’s the sight you’ve seen your entire life. Maybe the light in your eyes is less noticeable and your smiles no longer appear genuine, but in the end, it still physically bears your image.

You shiver at the chilly air kissing your bare skin, goosebumps erupting at the lack of clothing. Thin fabric clings tightly around your body, sheer and intricate in its lace design, yet astonishingly soft to the touch. It accentuates the swell of your chest, the black as midnight fabric stopping just shy above your midriff. A matching thong connects to sheer thigh highs through a garter belt to complete the set. Never in your life can you recall wearing such a lascivious outfit. Nor did you think you’d ever wear one for him.

Covering your exposed cleavage with your arms, you lower your head, fingernails pressing so harshly against your skin that it hurts. The pain serves to ground you in reality, proof that this is happening and not a dream.

“Did I… do this right?” You murmur, not used to how Chrollo is wordlessly assessing your trembling figure. Normally the air is full of conversation, equal parts rigid and provocative, a verbal game you’ve been forced to navigate. You still prefer the mind games over this maddening silence. You’re convinced he can hear the way your heart pounds viciously as if it was attempting to free itself from your body altogether, the current stress it’s under too much to withstand.

Chrollo moves a step closer and you take a deep, shaky breath. Grey eyes rake over your body, like a predator monitoring its prey, inspecting every inch of you. He spreads his fingers against your stomach, coarse fingers gliding over your skin, gradually moving upwards.

“Mm. You did perfectly.” His voice is rich and husky against your ear, spoken lowly so that only you may hear it. When his fingers reach their intended target, he cups your chest and lays his head on your shoulder. You watch his actions in the reflection of the mirror, glossy lips parting but no words managing to form on your tongue. Emotions swirl within you like an unrelenting vortex. Repulsion. Frustration. Shame. That it came to this, lowering yourself to a level you never wanted to be reduced to.

While you ruminate in your misery, Chrollo presses featherlight kisses from the crook of your neck to your jaw. His lips are soft and well taken care of, curling into a smile at how your pulse quickens. There are numerous mysterious surrounding Chrollo, but you do not doubt that he’s enjoying himself now. Your attention is brought back to his hands on your chest and how he kneads them. A blush ignites when you feel something hard press brush your ass, already guessing what it is.

“S-so you’re going to,” you struggle to get out, releasing a gasp when he suddenly pinches your nipple, “Keep… keep your promise, right?”

The clarification is for your peace of mind. An internal justification is necessary to continue with this illicit act, doubts plaguing your mind. You feel his chest rumble against your back, a deep chuckle leaving him. Regret comes swiftly, knowing that anytime you speak to Chrollo his responses sting deep, piercing your skin and festering.

One of his hands comes to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. The proximity has your eyes wide as a doe, his warm breath fanning against your face, dark tresses of hair tickling your face. His grip is tight but not painful. A not so subtle reminder of the Phantom Troupe leader’s innate strength, that goes beyond any measurement your mind could conjure up. Your squeeze your eyes shut when he leans forward, pressing a chaste kiss to the edge of your lips.

“What if I don’t?” Chrollo’s question has you frowning, eyelids fluttering open so you can shoot him a glare. He stares back unfazed, amusement visible from his closed mouth smile and relaxed posture, clearly not feeling intimidated by your little show. You decide to give it some thought, knowing he’ll scrutinize your response if not chosen carefully. Though, it’s admittedly difficult to concentrate when your face is burning up and his hand is still groping your chest.

Swallowing thickly, you arrive at a half-decent comeback. “I’ll… I’ll hate you.”

It sounded far better in your head.

Chrollo raises an eyebrow at your rebuttal but decides to entertain it. “Don’t you already?”

“I’ll hate you even more,” comes your reply, stumbling out before you could think it over. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, he doesn’t take visible offense. Instead, the bastard laughs again. Affectionately, Chrollo brushes his knuckles over your cheek, mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Even more, huh,” he hums, your nonsensical ramblings sounding worse when repeated back. “If that’s the threat I’m contending with, then I’ll be sure to stick to my word.”

You’re not exactly reassured by this, but decide to leave it for now. Suddenly, Chrollo steps back, freeing you from his grip. Before you can ask about what he’s doing, his hands start loosening his belt. Ah. So the time for negotiating is over. His dress pants fall, revealing a prominent bulge pushing against his briefs.

“Now get on your knees for me.”

It wasn’t a request. You do as he says, hyper-aware of how he’s staring at you, the tile from your shared master bedroom cold against your shins. To save what little modesty you have remaining, you readjust your bra so your chest no longer threatens to spill out. Heartbeat picking up in pace, you lift a shaky hand, palming his crotch through the fabric. 

The muscles in his thighs tighten, yet every other aspect of him remains thoroughly composed. Playing with the waistband, you slowly pull it down, revealing Chrollo’s half-hard member. It’s long, around six inches when erect, with a prominent vein that you’ve learned is rather sensitive. Precum is already leaking from the head, a sight that worsens the blush on your face.

Chrollo runs his hands through your hair, a quiet sigh leaving his lips. You pick up on the unspoken encouragement to not keep him waiting. Readjusting yourself into a more comfortable position, you take his dick fully into your hands, giving it a tentative stroke to test the waters. No verbal response. He’s excellent at maintaining his composure, creepy as it may be. Pumping his cock from the base, you bow your head down, eyelids fluttering shut as you kiss and lick the tip. That earns you a sharp inhale and a tightened grip but nothing else. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you continue licking the tip while jerking him off, noting that his cum has a slight salty taste to it.

Now that your confidence has somewhat been built up, you part your lips to take more of him in, getting adjusted to his size. Chrollo lets out a shaky exhale, fingers curling deeper into your hair. It’s difficult to get into a solid rhythm as your anxiety is unrelenting. Being so vulnerable in front of a person whose hands, which are now intertwined with your hair, have slaughtered countless people. 

He could do the same to you at any time, you think, despite his insistence for not wanting to. Hollowing out your cheeks, you manage to take more of him in, stopping just shy as not to activate your gag reflex. It makes your stomach churn when he lovingly strokes your cheek, looking down at you with eyes glazed over with crazed lust. Of course, he wouldn’t make this easy on you and act different — he continues with the delusion that this is love.

“Eager, now are we?” Chrollo laughs breathlessly. You decide to ignore the comment, too focused on having him finish so you can move on with your night. The low groans and whispers of your name are starting to affect you, a factor that only adds to your shame.. Pangs of heat are building up in between your legs, which you subconsciously rub together in a feeble attempt to relieve yourself. Chrollo quietly groans, content at the sight, dick twitching in your mouth. You wish he hadn’t noticed just how turned on you’re growing — not that you’re surprised with how unfairly observant he is — fully prepared for more scathing comments.

“I’m glad you stopped being so stubborn,” he pushes himself deeper into your mouth, gripping your head tightly enough not to let you move away, “So I can finally have my way with you.”

You wince at how he forces his dick down your throat, tears stinging the corners of your eyes and lungs screaming for air. Chrollo drinks in the sight, shuddering, bucking his hips, and pulling your face as tight against him as he can. You figure his release is getting closer from how erratic his movements are growing. At least it’ll be over soon. This line of thought is interrupted as he pulls away, saliva and cum connecting your mouth to his dick in a thin line, which has you frowning. Relishing the opportunity to regain yourself, your lungs greedily gulp in air, and you cough from his previous actions.

Chrollo extends a hand out to you which you hesitantly accept. The more human side is starting to show, his skin sheening with sweat, bare chest heaving for air much like yours, and black tresses sticking to the sides of his face. Your lips part, intending to ask why he stopped. He places both his just hands below your ass, hoisting you up as if you weighed nothing. Yelping, you struggle and cling to him as not to fall, eyes wide with confusion.

“W-what—”

“Wrap your legs around me,” he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead and you do as he says, scared that you’ll fall otherwise. “Mm. Good girl.”

Chrollo carries you over to the wall, your back pressing against the hard surface and feeling its coolness on your bare skin. After thinking about it for a moment, you understand what it is he intends to do next, tightening your grip around him. He positions the head of his cock against your opening, smiling at how wet you are. At least he’s too focused to comment on your current state. You look to the side, not wanting to see the pleased expression you know is on his face.

“I’ll take care of you after,” Chrollo promises, slowly pushing himself inside you. You take a deep breath, gripping his shoulders tightly, fingernails digging into his skin. At least he’s allowing you to adjust. You yelp when he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it so that you look him dead in the eye. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Hm?”

A half-choked out moan leaves your lips as he fills you, feeling his sizeable length stretching you out.

“Y-yes,” You pant, carnal desire outweighing any solid reasoning at the moment. Chrollo continues to pound relentlessly into your cunt, burying his face in your neck. He’s coming undone, fucking you with a strength that has you breathless. You catch occasional guttural groans of your name and don’t want to admit how nice it sounds.

“I always knew you’d come around.” 

The sound of skin on skin fills the room, mixed in with his grunts and your moans. Squeezing your ass, his thrusts grow erratic, before he finally stills. Chrollo releases deep inside you, pulling you down onto him, hot ropes of cum filling you and seeping out.

He grits his teeth, shuddering at his release. All is still for a moment aside from your heavy chests. Chrollo gathers himself before you do, slowly pulling himself out. You feel his cum as it drips out of you and bite your lip at the possible implications. Everything is so warm and your body feels terribly sore, having to clutch onto him for stability when he puts you back down. Chrollo doesn’t seem to mind this, laughing as he runs his hands through your mousled hair.

“How precious.”

You yelp when he picks you up, bridal style this time, your face pressing against his chest.

“It looks like you needed some help there, dear.” Chrollo hums, placing you down onto the bed with a gentleness you weren’t used to. There’s no way any normal human could be this collected already. Taking deep breaths, you attempt to calm yourself, not wanting to be completely undone before him. Chrollo watches with intrigue while you do so, his eyes piercing through your trembling body. When you finally manage to get your breathing steady, he gently pushes your shoulders down and spreads your legs.

“Now, about that promise of mine,” he presses open-mouthed kisses from your ankle to your thighs, “I intend to keep it. We’ll keep going until you’re no longer able to stand.”

[yinses]

nanami kento ft. f! reader + lots of praise + soft dom nana + fingering + semi clothed sex + domestic au

rating: 18+ wc: 2.2k a/n: inspired by this fanart that sister yulia blessed me with. nanami supremacy for all. 

you take notice in the shift the moment he crosses the threshold. hair tousled and tie askew is nothing new to expect from your husband after a long day at work. he takes his job seriously and his goal to provide even more so, often sacrificing extra hours just to provide for more than what you ask.

he strived for a life of comfort, he’d told you before marriage. it was something he worked hard for prior to you and only doubled his efforts to ensure that future after putting a ring on your finger.

it wore down on him, adding maturity lines earlier than they should present themselves and taking away years he needed to give back to himself. but nanami kento was a man of consistency, even when those boundaries started to fracture.

you could feel the splinters echoing beyond the slam of the door closing shut from the kick of his heel. it rattles straight to your core as you stand there, held hostage by the stormy pools of blue staring down at you. his day had likely been another one of agitation piled on top of another. surely a cup of tea before dinner would help soothe the cracks of frustration.

though neither your lips could form the words nor could your feet cross the distance it took to move in any direction.

this plight was not a fault of your husband who stepped confidently in your direction, a single finger coming up to remove his tie all together.

“is dinner on the stove?”

your mind blanked at the question, frazzled at the sight of him handling his cuffs with practiced care as he set one gifted metal piece aside one after the other. you had a plan set in motion from the moment he kissed your forehead in departure that morning, but everything beyond that suddenly felt trapped.

lips stumbled over answers and your cheeks warmed at the foolish display. what had swept into your household to shift the mood so?

nanami appeared otherwise unaffected as he finished rolling up the last sleeve. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, capturing your fraying attention as he looks around you towards the kitchen. you think you see his nose twitch once before his gaze falls back down.

“i don’t smell anything burning.” his intentions are becoming increasingly clear as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, a single thumb swiping at the fullness of your lips before pressing against the corner. without a second thought, you part them.

it provides a catalyst that gets you pressed against the nearest wall with one wrist pinned near the frame displaying your wedding day.

when his lips lower, you crane your neck in response only to have them stop just short of a whisper. his breath ghosts a trail down the exposed column of your throat, nose edge the line of your jaw. you swear you feel him smile against the shiver of anticipation rattling your form.

“i would like to fuck you in this hallway, if that’s alright, darling?” the thumb still trapped between your teeth, presses down against your tongue as if to prompt an answer yet he doesn’t pause for one.

“i’ve already put in a request for the cleaners to come and groom the rug tomorrow so you’ll need not to worry about that.”

your toes curl against the fine woven carpet at your feet, nerves tingling at the premeditated situation that you’ve found yourself in. your husband, who was now suckling soft blooms under your chin, had taken time out of his day to schedule a clean up for the mess he planned to make out of you. the idea made your knees go weak.

nanami chuckled knowingly as he caught your descent with the sharp line of his hips. “i imagine that’s agreeable with you, wife?”

the hasty nod of your head dislodges his finger, but he’s quick to replace it with his lips. the kiss is all consuming as his tongue slips between the seam, allowing you to taste the moan from his lips.

you may as well have had the script, dressed perfectly for the role as his knee nudges between your thigh and ride up the edge of your summer dress. he tells you all the time that you don’t need to try, that you look pretty in anything. but you like to go the extra mile. painting your lips a nice shade at home just to smear it in the passion of his kisses.

you know he appreciates it too. an inviting contrast to the mundane office view at work.

the same hand falls from the cut of your jaw to drag the hem of your dress up the ascent of your thigh. you’re more proud than embarrassed when his fingers tap against the tacky wet spot at the front of your panties.

his tongue clicks against the top of his mouth, “played with yourself while i was away again?” a firm swipe up followed by a press inward has you keening. “or did you just miss me this much?”

“yes.”

it’s both an answer and a cry for attention. a meaningless wail that meets no need of a man who would fracture the world to build you one better.

“my pretty little angel, it must be so hard when i’m away.”

he follows the panty line, teasing the sensitive skin there. the rumbling laugh you receive when your hips jerk in response makes your heart flutter. you’re still riding the tremors of your excitement when he nudges aside the lace of your panties to push a finger inside.

the intrusion meets minimal resistance as he slides from the first knuckle to the next. he still takes it as slow as your initial night, pumping in and out with care before adding a second. all the while, he peppers your face with kisses and words of adoration. nanami moves his thumb to flick over your nub before pressing down hard until you cry out.

pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, mine, are all formations of adoration that he mutters against your skin while he unravels you thread by thread.

“take it, darling, i’ll give you another.”

he utters a low curse at the sharp keening sound, enthralled by how your body trembled as he worked his fingers deeper. nanami lowered his head back to the junction of your shoulder, where he flicked his tongue against the feverish skin. your high whines and small gasps encouraged him to pick up the pace, hips rocking against yours with the precipice of something more, yet he ignored the growing discomfort in his pants to focus all the different ways your mouth formed his name.

his teeth mark your skin, where they tenderly nipped and sucked, leaving fresh marks while you twisted in his hold. you emit a shuddering cry, nails raking over his skin as your body pulls tight as a bow string. the shaky breath lining your lips forms a mantra of his name, over and over until the tremors ebb away. what remains are shaky legs that nearly slump over, caught by your husband as he follows you to the ground.

still floating down from your high, you could vaguely make out the sounds of nanami sucking off his fingers, removing them with lasciviously loud pops. when your gaze eventually focuses, you find him waiting with an eager, seductive smirk.

“ready for me then?”

swallowing a sharp inhale, you nod.

hands heading down to the zipper of his pants, nanami pulled it down and shrugged the material away to free his cock. one hand grabbing himself and the other reached for your left leg which he threw over his shoulder. you immediately try to grind down, slippery lips colliding with warm flesh.

“thought about you all day while i was at work.” nanami purrs breathily with half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight before he would take you to heaven. “thinking about how you would feel around me and mad with pleasure.”

his hand reaches for yours, capturing the digits and bringing them to his lips. he takes his time, allowing his tongue to glide up and down your fingers before kissing your palm, murmuring heated words against them; “thought about our wedding night… those twisted sheets wrung dry”

you feel his hips roll once, probing slightly, before he jerks forward and grunts at the overflowing heat engulfing him. still reeling from your first, your body was pliant and gracious while he chased his. your chest heaved up and down as you tried to calm your breathing while lips continued to release indecent moans.

his grip slides down to your wrists, pressing them above your head into the rug as he adjusted over you. there was an unmistakable provocative outline in his lust-darkened blue eyes. the blonde’s lips meshed intricate patterns against your cheeks, moving downward to capture your lips in a tight needy kiss that made nanami twitch even further.

it made his last strand of self-restraint snap before he met you stroke for stroke, grounding down on you deeply. your lips broke apart with a loud cry that milked with a following angled push as he snatched at your other leg to wrap around his waist. his movements were perfectly concise, designed to make you lose control with the potent effect of his affections.

picking up the pace when your high whines turned into full-blown moans, he inhaled sharply and choked out as coherently as he could,”together, darling, meet me there. i know you can.”

then he shifted on his knees slightly, that brought on a new change in the angle as he continued thrusting deeper, watching how your head thrashed from side to side and you repeatedly arched against him, trying to meet his every move. the delectable bead of sweat that ran down your throat was promptly licked up by the blonde as he sucked on your pulse.

his hands were ever so helpful in guiding your hips as he slowed down his speed to a torturous beat, rolling his hips in deeply to tease the edge. he knew where the peak was, hovering just at the horizon as he marched gradually up the hill. nanami was practiced in the art of getting you there, watching as your spine arched to accommodate is languid yet deep drives.

“ ‘m there, kenny-please”

it was silenced with on of his brain-numbing kisses again as he captured your lips. you could feel the slight curve of his mouth as he pulled out almost fully, making you slutter in the middle of your kiss.

“that’s it, “ he hissed, loving how you pant his name with each of his thrust, trying to manage coherency past how tightly you clenched around him. “we’re there baby. take me with you.”

nanami could feel himself losing control with your begging, fitfully aware you were going to tumble over the edge with him right behind. he abruptly accelerated his thrusts once more, bringing you to meet him sharply. each time he struck, he made sure that he prodded that spot that would drive you frenzied and wild, gazing in satisfaction as you squirmed harder under his skilled touches.

“c-come now, love.” he grunted, phishing past all bounds as he rammed into you repeatedly, losing himself to the sensation crawling up his skin. “do it. be good for me, princess.”

your head twisted and turned as your mouth hung open. vision getting lost in the blinding white. body growing weaker. as if determined to break you entirely, his hand traveled down your navel to come between your joined bodies. expert fingers quickly found you clit as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing you to let go of everything as he whispered lewd thoughts into your ear.

“k-kenny!”

that was all the warning he had when your toes curled and he could feel your walls spasm around him. the flow of sensations ignited his nerves, left to surrender as you became impossible tighter around him, jerking him into his own release as well. a hiss was all he could manage as he slammed into you, shuddering through his climax.

the world exploded into a disarray of hues as he slumped forward, bracing a single arm above your figure while he panted heavily through euphoria.

“bad day at work?” you manage to get out.

he grunts at first, a small sound of misunderstanding before the mutual foggy haze lifts to prompt clarity. a breathy chuckle leaves him.

“never a bad day with you in my life. just missed you is all.” his words are slightly slurred, much unlike your husband but very a keen to a man on the verge of undeniable sleep.

dinner could wait.

“why don’t we take an early evening nap and have dinner in bed later?”

who could deny that?

you get a slow kiss of affirmation in return.

[mrsgiovanna]

The Escape Route (Yan! Don Giorno x Fem!Reader)

A request from a lovely nonnie mouse asking how the Don would handle his darling attempting to escape from his home. A bit of a drawn out scenario... I really hope you enjoy the read.

TW: Manipulative relationship dynamics, possessive behaviour, yandere behaviour

Word Count: 2.7k

Your brisk walk was slowly turning into a run as you worked your way through the busy streets of Naples. With your breathing ragged and eyes darting around to make sure nobody was on your tail, you tried to think about how best to put your escape plan back on track.

You knew that Giorno’s influence extended further than most, but you hadn’t expected him to have the power to derail every single option you had thought of to escape from his overpowering grip. You had been running around for hours now, from station to station, none would book you a ticket to anywhere, every cab ride was hastily halted after a dubious phone call… resulting in you being unwillingly ejected from the vehicle each time. So there you were, running into the more dangerous parts of Naples, frantically looking for some kind of shelter to house you while you thought of what you would do next.

Thankfully, you found a tiny inn, sparse amenities, small and far removed enough you thought, to not be on Giorno’s radar. The kindly old lady didn’t ask many questions, and you paid with the cash you had been slowly hiding away for such an event.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your relationship with Giorno had descended to this but you knew that if you stayed any longer his charming brand of captivity would best your common sense and you would be trapped forever. With Giorno, you had access to anything, no request was too demanding… in exchange though he required you to be within his confines at all times, listen to and obey his honeyed instructions with minimal fuss, and to not run off in the occasions when he did take you out of the mansion. I’m just keeping you safe he said… little did you know that the most dangerous one of all was the Don himself with his hypnotic gaze.

To give him the benefit of the doubt, it could have been much worse, he never harmed you physically, never pushed the intimacy boundaries further than you allowed… in your moments of weakness, it was you who had sought out his embrace. The absurdity of it all- vacillating between love and hate for this man, and so to protect the fraying thread that held your sanity together, you decided to make a run for it. It was not an impulsive idea, you had spent the better part of the year planning your grand escape, trying to imagine every way in which your plan could go awry and possible solutions to the problems. Ironically, this was a habit that you had picked up from Giorno himself, and should your plan actually work, it would be quiet poetic- escaping using the traits of your captor against him. You had gathered small amounts of cash here and there, not enough to rouse anyone’s suspicion, and made sure that any and all evidence of you memorizing the layout of the surrounding areas was completely erased. Perhaps the most difficult task of them all, was to lure Giorno into false sense of security regarding your disposition towards your situation. In the weeks leading up to your escape, you had flawlessly played the part of the dutiful ‘wife’, listening attentively, spoiling him with gentle touches and loving gazes, making sure to build up your affections gradually, as if they had been blooming naturally so as not to trigger any suspicion.

Finally, you saw your opportunity to make your move that morning. Giorno had to leave early to meet with a few associates from Japan, so you rose with him, and watched as he got ready, helping him with his hair and doing up his tie. Looking up to meet his crystalline eyes, you noticed he considered you with an expression you haven’t seen on him before.

“What is it tesoro? Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked in a gentle tone.

“You’re… just so beautiful… would you like to come with me today? I’m sure they would love to meet you… I call them associates but in actual fact one of them is a relative of mine. You’ll only be bored for a little while; after that we can do whatever you would like to,” he asked with a gentle smile. You thought about how you were going to answer, ultimately you knew you didn’t want to go, favoring your grand escape instead, but denying him that quickly would definitely set off alarm bells in his mind.

“Ah! Perhaps next time my love, I’m not going to be good company today, I woke up with a bit of a headache… I’ll probably go back to bed and sleep it off after you leave,”

“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you feel any better bella, I hate the fact that you’re hurting,” Giorno cupped your face in his hands and gently stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, “get some rest bella mio, I’ll be back to check on you as soon as I can,” kissing you on the forehead he left without another word. Waiting for him to be completely out of the villa, you watched as his car exited the driveway before quietly packing what you could, mentally going over your checklist more times than you cared to count. Since your change in attitude, the staff at the villa were more accepting of your whims, partly to do with the fact that Giorno had instructed them to do so - within reason, but also, because you had won over their trust and if you had to be honest with yourself, there was nothing you could fault them for. The dynamic Giorno had with them was not ruled by fear, but rather by admiration… all of them being drawn in by his charisma. Managing to maneuver your way through the mansion and out an exit that saw you climbing over a hidden portion of the eastern wall surrounding the villa, you had finally been outside the confines of the villa on your own for the first time in well over a year.

In the car on the way to meet with his guests Giorno was preoccupied. He had noticed the gradual change in your behavior and as much as he would have loved to give you the benefit of the doubt, a nagging inclination that you might be lying always clouded his thoughts. He loved you- entirely- even though there were days in which you rejected his affections, he was patient with you… eventually you’d understand, the dangers that lurked in every corner made your captivity, as you so unceremoniously called it, a necessity. He had grown so accustomed to making decisions with little to no advice, he had adopted that stance in his personal life as well. He rationalized that once you had accepted the fact that his actions were all borne from his desire to protect you, your lives would be peaceful, until then, he would be patient, enduring your tantrums and snide remarks with the grace of an aristocrat… which only upset you further. To Giorno, you were to be looked after, protected- treasured, and so no matter how much you had tested his patience in the beginning, not once were you ever hurt or taken advantage of. Violence and shackles were much too unrefined for a gem like you, so to correct your behavior, the young don resorted to other, less threatening means of discipline.

“Don Giovanna? We have arrived,” shaken out of his musings by his consigliere, his attention was drawn to the fact that they had arrived at their destination ready to discuss the matters at hand.

“Thank you Lorenzo, would you check if the staff has everything ready while I greet our guests?”

“Of course, excuse me,” with that, Lorenzo had left, hastily attending to a call as he walked.

“Ah, welcome to Italy, I take it you and your associates have settled in well?” said Giorno with a polite bow, being mindful of the cultural conventions of his esteemed guests. Drinks were ordered and everyone present had settled down in the private lounge, except for Lorenzo who had been animatedly conversing on the phone for enough time to make his absence felt. Frustrated by what he was tasked to do, he abruptly ended his conversation and sought out Giorno to give him the news, finally, the staff at villa Giovanna had realized you were gone.

“Don…”

“The expression on your face can only mean one thing… when did they notice?”

“A few minutes ago, she couldn’t have gotten too gar given the timeframe… what would you like me to do?”

“You stay here and keep our guests company, I’ll handle this…” not even bothering to alert the driver, Giorno collected the keys from the valet and zoomed off. Making a short drive even shorter, he arrived home in foul mood, although he did assign some of the blame to himself, recognizing his fatal error when he ignored his gut feeling, he was disappointed at how easily you had managed to slip from his grasp and wondered if his staff had been plotting with you all along. He would have to address that later on though, his primary concern now was to locate you and bring you back home.

“Mista, I have a special request to make, please come to the villa, bring Fugo with you,” said Giorno in a quick call, there were few who he trusted more than his underbosses, and this task was something that required only the most competent people. After a short explanation of the situation at hand, both men had already started making calls to the relevant people in an attempt to thwart your plans.

You would think the most frightening thing about Giorno would be his god-like requiem ability. But over and above the raw power he possessed was his reach, the world seemed so small, as if it had rested comfortably in his elegant hands- and you had been getting reminders of this inescapable fate over and over again. By the time you had given up on the idea of escaping through any traditional means of transportation, you must have tried fifty different avenues, each attempt failing more spectacularly than the last. Having had enough, you resigned yourself to the fact that you would not be leaving Naples immediately, and found refuge in the outskirts of the city. You climbed the rickety staircase behind the lady as she prattled on about her day.

“Shall I get you something to eat dolcezza? You look like you could use something warm and comforting in your system. In fact, let me do just that, you get settled in so long,” said the innkeeper before you had a chance to interject. Deciding to take a shower to wash off the day, you took comfort in the fact that this place was so remote, you were almost certain you were safe for the meantime. The tiny bathroom was a far cry from the palatial one you had grown accustomed to while being in Giorno’s villa, but it served the same purpose, only this time, you had your freedom. The place was peaceful though aside from the sound of what must have been a car backfiring and the small creaks from the natural expansion and contraction of the dwelling, it was quiet enough for you to calm down and organize your thoughts. Now that you were comparatively more at ease than before, you felt the strain of the day in your body, aching muscles, sore feet and cuts and scrapes that began to smart affixed a slight grimace to your face as you rummaged through your belongings to find some sort of pain relief.

A sharp knock on the door disrupted your search. You stayed silent for a moment, contemplating if you should ignore it or answer.

“Dolcezza, I’ve brought you a small snack, you’re going to enjoy it,” you just wanted to crawl into bed and forget the day you had, but you also didn’t want to snub her kindness, you reached out to unlock and open the door.

“Buongiorno tesoro… enjoying your little excursion? Marina here was kind enough to show me to your room so I could surprise you… seems like it worked, look at this charming expression,” turning to the smiling woman, Giorno nodded for her to leave. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears, you wanted to cry, to run, to jump right out through the hazy window but your feet were rooted to the ground.

“Well (y/n) … you’ve been running around Naples for the entire day, have you found what you’re looking for?” his usual honeyed tone was laced with derision as he critically eyed your surroundings. “is this what you were so desperate to escape to? Look at this place… look at the condition you’re in… how is any of this better than everything I’ve given you?”

“I have my freedom here…” was all you could muster as your mind raced thinking of how he had still managed to find you despite all the precautions you had taken. “Giorno, how…”

“How did I find you? I always have my ways…” he said, sauntering over to the window, opening it just enough to make eye contact with whoever was outside, dismissing them with a nonchalant wave of his gloved hand. Pulling out his cellphone, he showed you the opened application, explaining that he had been using it to track your location, following the signal from the diamond earrings he gifted you on your birthday, carelessly left on when you had made your hasty escape. In all fairness, you hadn’t considered that the dainty gems were anything more than that. Feeling your legs starting to give out under you at the revelation that you were the cause of your own undoing, you sat on the bed hanging your head in defeat.

“Freedom, you say? Tell me how has that worked for you?”

“That’s not fair! You’ve basically controlled every single encounter I’ve had, and even when I thought I had escaped you by coming here, you still somehow managed to manipulate the situation…” you shouted, tears of frustration running feely down your face.

“Stop being dramatic, the world is full of horrible people, everyone is looking out for themselves, I wish you would realize that… tell me tesoro, how many people turned you away? Threw you out of their cars, made up excuses to deny your requests? Not one of those people looked into those pleading eyes and thought you were worth helping. Why? Because people are selfish…”

“You… you threatened them all, you…”

“You give me too much credit, it’s not like I was going to kill them, I hate violence, despite your disappointingly low opinion of me, even you have to admit that I’ve never done anything to physically harm you… all I want is to protect you, you don’t understand how things work out there,”

“It’s not like you’ve ever given me the opportunity to find out how things are… I”

“Some people are just meant to be loved and protected tesoro, isn’t that enough? Why would you want to risk being hurt to get a taste of something that’s actually not even worth it… you’re not cut out for this life… I’ve been here so I know this isn’t what you deserve. You’re coming back home with me,”

“But, I- “ you attempted to interject but his intense glare halted you.

“(y/n), I’m very patient under most circumstances, but please don’t test me now, I won’t say it twice…” said Giorno with a slight bite to his voice, it was clear he was growing tired of this conversation, and you were losing your will to fight back. With a quivering lip and misty eyes, you moved to gather your belongings but was stopped by the young don, arguing that he can replace whatever is there, wanting no other reminders of this transgression to follow you both back. Resigning yourself to this fate, realizing there was nowhere beyond his reach, you grasped his outstretched arm and followed him to the car to return to your life of opulent captivity. Months and months of planning all resulting in nothing, it became glaringly obvious to you that escaping was futile…

[soundsfaebutokay]

So I've recc'd this video before, but it deserves its own post because it's one of my favorite things on youtube. It's a Tedx Talk by comics writer, editor, and journalist Jay Edidin, and I really think that it will connect with a lot of people here.

If you live and breathe stories of all kinds, you might like this.

If you care about media representation, you might like this.

If you're neurodivergent, you might like this.

If you're interested in a gender transition story that veers from the norm, you might like this.

If you love the original Leverage and especially Parker, and understand how important it is that a character like her exists, you will definitely like this.

Transcript below the cut:

You Are Here: The Cartography of Stories

by Jay Edidin

I am autistic. And what this means in practice is that there are some things that are easier for me than they are for most people, and a great many things that are somewhat harder, and these affect my life in more or less overt ways. As it goes, I'm pretty lucky. I've been able to build a career around special interests and granular obsession. My main gig at the moment is explaining superhero comics continuity and publishing history for which work I am somehow paid in actual legal currency—which is both a triumph of the frivolous in an era of the frantically pragmatic, and a job that's really singularly suited to my strengths and also to my idiosyncrasies.

I like comics. I like stories in general, because they make sense to me in ways that the rest of the world and my own mind often don't. Self-knowledge is not an intuitive thing for me. What sense of self I have, I've built gradually and laboriously and mostly through long-term pattern recognition. For decades, I didn't even really have a self-image. If you'd asked me to draw myself, I would eventually have given you a pair of glasses and maybe a very messy scribble of hair, and that would've been about it. But what I do know—backwards, forwards, and in pretty much every way that matters—are stories. I know how they work. I understand their language, their complex inner clockwork, and I can use those things to extrapolate a sort of external compass that picks up where my internal one falls short. Stories—their forms, their structure, the sense of order inherent to them—give me the means to navigate what otherwise, at least for me, would be an impassable storm of unparsable data. Or stories are a periscope, angled to access the parts of myself I can't intuitively see. Or stories are a series of mirrors by which I can assemble a composite sketch of an identity I rarely recognize whole...which is how I worked out that I was transgender, in my early thirties, by way of a television show.

This is my story. And it's about narrative cartography, and representation, and why those things matter. It's about autism and it's about gender and it's about how they intersect. And it's about the kinds of people we know how to see, and the kinds of people we don't. It's not the kind of story that gets told a lot, you might hear a lot, because the narrative around gender transition and dysphoria in our culture is really, really prescriptive. It's basically the story of the kid who has known for their whole life that they're this and not that, and that story demands the kind of intuitive self-knowledge that I can't really do, and a kind of relationship to gender that I don't really have—which is part of why it took me so long to figure my own stuff out.

So, to what extent this story, my story has a beginning, it begins early in 2014 when I published an essay titled, "I See Your Value Now: Asperger's and the Art of Allegory." And it explored, among other things, the ways that I use narrative and narrative structures to navigate real life. And it got picked up in a number of fairly prominent places that got linked, and I casually followed the ensuing discussion. And I was surprised to discover that readers were fairly consistently assuming I was a man. Now, that in itself wasn't a new experience for me, even though at the time I was writing under a very unambiguously female byline. It had happened in the letter columns of comics I'd edited. It had happened when a parody Twitter account I'd created went viral. When I was on staff at Wired, I budgeted for fancy scotch by putting a dollar in a box every time a reader responded in a way that made it clear they were assuming I was a man in response to an article where my name was clearly visible, and then I had to stop doing that because it happened so often I couldn't afford to keep it up. But in all of those cases, the context, you know, the reasons were pretty obvious. The fields I'd worked in, the beats I covered, they were places where women had had to fight disproportionally hard for visibility and recognition. We live in a culture that assumes a male default, so given a neutral voice and a character limit, most readers will assume a male author.

But this was different, because this wasn't just a book I'd edited, it wasn't a story I'd reported—it was me, it was my story. And it made me uncomfortable, got under my skin in ways that the other stuff really hadn't. And so I did what I do when that happens, and I tried to sort of reverse-engineer it to look at the conclusions and peel them back to see the narratives behind them and the stories that made them tick. And I started this, I started this by going back to the text of the essay, and you know, examining it every way I could think of: looking at craft, looking at content. And in doing so, I was surprised to realize that while I had written about a number of characters with whom I identified closely, that every single one of those characters I'd written about was male. And that surprised me even more than the responses to the essay had, because I've spent my career writing and talking and thinking about gender and representation in popular media. In 2014, I'd been the feminist gadfly of an editorial department and multiple mastheads. I'd been a founding board member of an organization that existed to advocate for more and better representation of women and girls in comics characters and creators. And most of my favorite characters, the ones I'd actively seek out and follow, were women. Just not, apparently, the characters I saw myself in.

Now I still didn't realize it was me at this point. Remember: self-knowledge, not very intuitive for me. And while I had spent a lot of time thinking about gender, I'd never really bothered to think much about my own. I knew academically that the way other people read and interpreted my gender affected and had influenced a lifetime of social and professional interactions, and that those in turn had informed the person I'd grown up into during that time. But I really believed, like I just sort of had in the back of my head, that if you peeled away all of that social conditioning, you'd basically end up with what I got when I tried to draw a self-portrait. So: a pair of glasses, messy scribble of hair, and in this case, maybe also some very strong opinions about the X-Men. I mean, I knew something was off. I'd always known something was off, that my relationship to gender was messy and uncomfortable, but gender itself struck me as messy and uncomfortable, and it had never been a large enough part of how I defined myself to really feel like something that merited further study, and I had deadlines, and...so it was always on the back burner. So, I looked, I looked at what I had, at this improbable group of exclusively male characters. And I looked and I figured that if this wasn't me, then it had to be a result of the stories I had access to, to choose from, and the entertainment landscape I was looking at. And the funny thing is, I wasn't wrong, exactly. I just wasn't right either.

See, the characters I'd written about had one other significant trait in common aside from their gender, which is that they were all more or less explicitly, more or less heavily coded as autistic. And I thought, "Ah, yes. This explains it. This is under representation in fiction echoing under representation in life and vice versa." Because the characteristics that I'd honed in on, that I particularly identified with in these guys, were things like emotional unavailability and social awkwardness and granular obsession, and all of those are characteristics that are seen as unsympathetic and therefore unmarketable in female characters. Which is also why readers were assuming that I was a man.

Because, you see, here's the thing. I'm not the only one who uses stories to navigate the world. I'm just a little more deliberate about it. For humans, stories formed the bridge between data and understanding. They're where we look when we need to contextualize something new, or to recognize something we're pretty sure we've seen before. They're how we identify ourselves; they're how we locate ourselves and each other in the larger world. There were no fictional women like me; there weren't representations of women like me in media, and so readers were primed not to recognize women like me in real life either.

Now by this point, I had started writing a follow-up essay, and this one was also about autism and narratives, but specifically focused on how they intersected with gender and representation in media. And in context of this essay, I went about looking to see if I could find even one female character who had that cluster of traits I'd been looking for, and I was asking around in autistic communities. And I got a few more or less useful one-off suggestions, and some really, really splendid arguments about semantics and standards, and um...then I got one answer over and over and over in community after community after community. "Leverage," people told me. "You have to watch Leverage."

So I watched Leverage. Leverage is five seasons of ensemble heist drama. It's about a team of very skilled con artists who take down corrupt and powerful plutocrats and the like, and it's a lot of fun, and it's very clever, and it's clever enough that it doesn't really matter that it's pretty formulaic, and I enjoyed it a lot. But what's most important, what Leverage has is Parker.

Parker is a master thief, and she is the best of the best of the best in ways that all of Leverage's characters are the best of the best. And superficially, she looks like the kind of woman you see on TV. So she's young, and she's slender, and she's blonde, and she's attractive but in a sort of approachable way. And all of that familiarity is brilliant misdirection, because the thing is, there are no other women like Parker on TV. Because Parker—even if it's never explicitly stated in the show—Parker is coded incredibly clearly as autistic. Parker is socially awkward. Her speech tends to have limited inflection; what inflection it does have is repetitive and sounds rehearsed a lot of the time. She's not emotionally literate; she struggles with it, and the social skills she develops over the series, she learns by rote, like they're just another grift. When she's not scaling skyscrapers or cartwheeling through laser grids, she wears her body like an ill-fitting suit. Parker moves like me. And Parker, Parker was a revelation—she was a revolution unto herself. In a media landscape where unempathetic women usually exist to either be punished or "loved whole," Parker got to play the crabby savant. And she wasn't emotionally intuitive but it was never ever played as the product of abuse or trauma even though she had survived both of those—it was just part of her, as much as were her hands or her eyes. And she had a genuine character arc. My god, she had a genuine romantic arc, even. And none of that required her to turn into anything other than what she was. And in Parker I recognized a thousand tics and details of my life and my personality...but. I didn't recognize myself.

Why? What difference was there in Parker, you know, between Parker and the other characters I'd written about? Those characters, they'd spanned ethnicities and backgrounds and different media and appearances and the only other characteristic they all had in common was their gender. So that was where I started to look next, and I thought, "Well, okay, maybe, maybe it's masculinity. Maybe if Parker were less feminine, she'd click with me the way those other characters had." So then I tried to imagine a Parker with short hair, who's explicitly butch, and...nothing. So okay, I extended it in what seems like the only logical direction to extend it. I said, "Well, if it's not masculinity, what if it's actual maleness? What if Parker were a man?" Ah. Yeah.

In the end, everything changed, and nothing changed, which is often the way that it goes for me. Add a landmark, no matter how slight, and the map is irrevocably altered. Add a landmark, and paths that were invisible before open wide. Add a landmark, and you may not have moved, but suddenly you know where you are and where you can go.

I wasn't going to tell this story when I started planning this talk. I was gonna tell a similar story, it was about stories, like this is, about narratives and the ways that they influence our culture and vice versa. And it centered around a group of women at NASA who had basically rewritten the narrative around space exploration, and it was a lot more fun, and I still think it was more interesting. But it's also a story you can probably work out for yourselves. In fact it's a story some of you probably have, if you follow that kind of thing, which you probably do given that you're here. And this is a story, my story is not a story that I like to tell. It's not a fun story to talk about because it's very personal and I am a very private person. And it's not universal. And it's not always relatable, and it's definitely not aspirational. And it's not the kind of story that you tend to encounter unless you're already part of it...which is why I'm telling it now. Because the thing is, I'm not the only person who uses stories to parse the world and navigate it. I'm just a little more deliberate. Because I'm tired of having to rely on composite sketches.

Open your maps. Add a landmark. Reroute accordingly.

[tenthgrove]

Could you perhaps do hcs for La Squadra protecting their s/o from a stalker/abusive ex?? Or if you aren't comfortable with that, perhaps La Squadra hcs for comforting their s/o after such a relationship? Whatever's comfortable for you to do!!

Never Again

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Romantic, SFW, CW: past abuse

Formaggio- His first reaction to the news is profound sympathy. You’re his sunshine and he hates the thought of anything getting you down, let along threatening to harm a hair on your beautiful head. His main strategy will be to act as your moral support, making sure the awful bastard can’t put nearly as big a dent in your life as he wants to. Now, if shit gets serious, Formaggio isn’t afraid to step in. He wants the abuser to be hurt, but he also wants them humiliated. To get the best of both, he shrinks them down to the size of a beetle and forces them into a bottle, which he proudly displays on his kitchen counter. For an entire week, he is forced to watch as you and Formaggio live your best lives in the apartment around him. After that, he gets to go, provided he swears to never so much as look at you again. Even still, he’ll probably get a beatdown before he leaves. A parting gift to send him on his way.

Illuso- The revelation that your abusive ex is stalking you brings up a lot of soul searching within Illuso. He loves you, very much, and the feeling of rage that flares within him to know someone ever dared to mistreat you is by no means ambiguous to him. And yet, he can’t help but see every incident in which he belittles, teases, and genuinely holds his ego over you in a different light now. You were always so passive in how you responded. Could it be, you were afraid because of your past? For the first time in his life, Illuso reflects on his actions and feels disgust. No, he’s going to do better- he’s going to rid you of this vermin and make sure nobody ever makes you feel the way he made you. First of all, he makes it clear to the abuser at every opportunity that you’re in his care now, and there’s no chance of that ever changing. He pulls no stops in protecting you. Even when he has to leave for a mission, he shelters you in the mirror world of your bedroom, stocked with enough snacks and entertainment to comfort you until his return. If the abuser tries to break in while you’re there, well, it’s not like he could hurt you anyway, but that doesn’t mean Illuso won’t leave some booby traps for him to find instead.

Prosciutto- This man builds his life on concepts of allegiance, trust and chivalry. News of anyone being abused in an intimate relationship boils his blood, but when it happens to you… oh… your ex better say their prayers quickly. Prosciutto sees it as his mission, no, his duty, to eliminate the threat this stain on humanity poses to the world. With your permission, he’s more than happy to do that fatally. It wouldn’t be hard, you know. Passione might not treat the assassins well but they’re at least reliable enough to protect him from the legal consequences of murder at the drop of the hat. There’s no risk to either of you, and you’ll never have to see your ex’s face again. If you aren’t comfortable with taking things so far, Prosciutto insists you at least let him take some of the boys and give the bastard the beatdown of his lifetime. Make sure he knows whose protection you’re under.

Pesci- Acts without hesitation. Pesci has always been terrified by the thought of you getting hurt. Now, all he can think about at night is the possibility of getting a call in the morning from your sorrowful relatives, informing him that something terrible has happened. To prevent this, Pesci pleads with you to move in with him until this mess is over. He’ll even go as far as asking Risotto and Prosciutto to give him missions closer to home for the time being, so he can be there every night to protect you. Should the two of you ever encounter your abuser in public, Pesci will scowl at them immediately, and make crystal clear there’s no chance of him ever getting to hurt you while he’s around. We all know how dangerous Pesci can be when his heart is in it.

Melone- Well, if his love is being stalked, what better is there to do than stalk the stalker? Melone makes a hobby of following your ex around, holding no punches with the invasive, personal and downright creepy insults he languidly throws his way. His logic is simple- this man has caused you misery, therefore, Melone will make the act of causing you misery equally miserable for him. The abuser would have to have a very thick skin to keep the game up for more than a few weeks. Unfortunately however, Melone is hardly the physically strongest in the team and quickly earns himself a broken nose for his efforts. However, this turns out to be the worst mistake your ex could have made as Melone then calls in his teammates to take over some of the stalking shifts, and believe me, they don’t play as nice. You may be wondering where you are in all of this. Simply put, you’re at home, under the watchful protection of a powerful junior specially trained not to harm you. Melone wouldn’t be reckless after all.

Ghiaccio- You might think he’d fly off the handle immediately, and believe me, he wants to. But Ghiaccio knows that if he lets his temper control him then the collateral damage could put you in more danger than its worth. Instead, he gathers up all his savings and gets away with you for a few weeks, in the hope the stalker’s obsession will be gone by then. Even if it’s rushed, Ghiaccio will do what he can to make the excursion a time of healing for you, giving you all the love and reassurance he can. If, as is unfortunately quite likely with these sorts of people, the stalker is still after you when you return, Ghiaccio is going to throw all his inhibitions to the side. Whatever consequences may come, Ghiaccio will deal with them. All he knows is that he won’t let that bastard ever touch you again.

Risotto- The first time you ever see Risotto look truly distressed is the day you tell him your ex was abusive and is now after you. His eyes are averted, lip bitten. His body starts to shake. Composing himself, Risotto stoops down to your height and, brushing your tears away, swears by his honour as a man that you are going to be okay. He will not allow anything bad to happen to you. Risotto’s suggestion is that you deal with this problem immediately so that you do not have to live in fear. Provided you feel confident enough to go through with it, he proposes that you confront the abuser with him at your side, invisible through Metallica. If things become violent, he will intervene. Even if not, do not think risotto is leaving you to deal with this yourself. As soon as the moment presents itself Risotto will lunge at your ex and bind his limbs with Metallica, leaving him utterly at your mercies. After that, you decide where the abuser ends up. It could be a stitching clinic, it could be the bottom of a river.

Sorbet and Gelato- It’s my personal headcanon that Sorbet himself has been on the receiving end of an abusive relationship, and hence has a very intimate understanding of what you’re going through. Gelato, while never having been abused in a romantic context, is also familiar with the general concept of being treated by shit. Point is, they’re going to do everything in their power to give you a better support network than anyone ever gave them. Like Pesci, they’ll be adamant you move in with them if you haven’t already. While there, they’ll lavish you with affection to help with your emotional situation, as they know how bad abuse can be on your mental state even once you’re safe and free. As for your abuser, his fate will be slow, but certain. They will gradually move up from humiliation tactics to increasingly intense acts of violence and destruction. No matter what he does, he isn’t making it stop. Sorbet and Gelato have gotten away with far worse than this after all.

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Honeymoon Pt. 1: Friday

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY 

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: fluff, smut, unprotected sex, cursing, age gap (reader is around 28, Lee is about 45 now) 

Summary: Following the events of Deadbeat, Lee surprises the Reader with the Honeymoon they never had. 

A/N: This is unedited and if I miss anything I should include as a warning, please let me know!

Series Masterlist

“Are you sure they’ll be okay?” you ask, watching as the house disappear from view from the side mirror. Lee took your hand in his and then brought it up to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You sigh contently, letting yourself rest into the seat.

“They are in good hands,” Lee reassured you. “They’ll run around, tire out the sitter and be in bed by the time we get to the cabin.”

“But after that?”

“It’ll repeat until we get back Sunday,” Lee chuckles. “They won’t miss us,” he jokes, referencing the fact your two sons were much more preoccupied with the cartoon on the television than the two of you when you had headed out.

You smile, and you know it’s just a long weekend. You deserve the chance to relax. Ms. Hanlon was more than qualified and you knew you left the boys in good hands. It was your first time away from them though, and that tugged at you.

“This is long overdue,” you smile, shaking the worry from your mind and focusing your attention to the trip Lee surprised you with. “Two children and no honeymoon,” you tease.

“Maybe we’ll get a head start on a third,” he jokes.

“Maybe,” you grin, biting your lip.

The two of you got married quickly, and wanted nothing more than to start your life together that a honeymoon hadn’t even been brought up as a possibility. Lee had taken on a lot of extra shifts lately and only last week did he announce he was taking you on your honeymoon.

“I wanted to take you on a trip for a while, sweetheart,” Lee explained when he was showing you the pictures of the cabin after telling you. “We can afford it now, and you deserve a break.”

“Lee, you didn’t have to do this, this looks so expensive,” you trail off, but he presses a kiss to your temple.

“You deserve it, baby,” he whispered, and then pressed kisses down your neck. “Putting up with me.”

The cabin was picturesque and it took your breath away seeing it in person. The log cabin sat far back into the Virginian woods, and all the snow that encompassed everything remained untouched like a blanket over everything. The snow at home was an annoyance, gross from cars and pedestrians and it hurt your backs to shovel. Here, it was magical.

The cabin’s roof was covered with shiny untouched snow and the rails also gathered up small mounds as well. You almost hated to get out of the car because you knew your footprints were going to ruin the scene. Both of you were bundled up in layers of heavy sweaters and bulky winter coats, and must have looked silly trying to walk through the snow with your overnight bags.

Kicking your boots off on the rubber mat that was in the entryway, the both of you laughed trying to peel off all of your outer layers. Your hats and scarves were hung up on hooks next to the coat rack. Once you were both left in just your jeans and heavy sweaters, Lee insisted on dealing with the bags later, urging you to just leave them in the entryway.

The cabin was homey, and smelled like firewood and pine. The small stairs led up to a cozy bedroom and the bathroom. The first floor with a kitchen built for two and a living room stocked with blankets and a stunning brick fireplace.

“Lee,” you mumble in disbelief looking around at the living room. “It’s perfect.”

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“And you hear that?” he whispers in your ear, and then presses a kiss behind your ear and then down your neck.

“No?”

“Exactly,” he replies and you can feel his grin against your skin. “No crying, no nothing, just us.”

“We should really unpack the food and put it in the kitchen,” you sigh, before his hands travel too far up your sweater. He pouts.

“I’ll do it,” he smirks, pulling you in for a kiss. “Wait for me upstairs.” You grab his and your bags of clothes and head upstairs.

The stairs led up to a spacious bedroom that was the whole top floor of the little cabin. You could hardly contain your excitement about being here that you hardly gave yourself a moment to take in the loft room. You quickly left the bags on the floor of the closet on the fair side of the room and then quickly stripped down to just your bra and panties to get out of the clothes that were wet from the snow outside.

The bed was covered in heavy blankets and pillows. Sliding under the duvet, you can’t help but grin at the feeling of the sheets against your skin. It felt so luxurious even though it was just a little cabin. You lay on your stomach and settle in to try to warm yourself up from the cold and you tug the blankets up to your chin. The cold felt like it ran right through your body and into your bones. The feeling of the warm blankets made a perfect contrast against your chilled skin.

Lee never thought he’d be able to pin point a time when he felt even more in love with you. Guilt would tug at the back of his mind, reminding him none of this was something he deserved. You and the life you made for him: the house, your two boys… how could he ever come close to giving you something that big in return.

He got the idea for the trip several months back. He sat at the desk in the back office at work, his eyes glued to the security cameras that were just fixed on empty hallways. It was one of his overnight shifts at the museum. He needed to let his eyes rest from the screens, and he decided to take a walk around.

He wasn’t ever one to pay attention or appreciate art before. He never had the luxury. But now, he liked to walk around the place when he could- gradually working his way through the whole building. He takes the same walk all the time, but every time he manages to find something different. The only sounds are the thoughts running through his head and the sound of his shoes echoing in the dark hallways. Of course, he’s thinking about you. You never complained but like him, you hate the nights you spend sleeping alone because of his work schedule.

He thinks about you, tucking the boys into bed alone. Then going through the steps of your own night routine and skin care, and how tonight he’s not there sitting up and already in bed watching you keep going from your vanity to the bathroom. You’d mumble to yourself, and get lost in the familiar rhythm of your routine while Lee is content to just look at you. You’d make fun at him for staring, but he doesn’t even care.

Wandering the hallways, he ends up at the information desk and notices, people left a bunch of catalogues and brochures scattered on the desk’s surface. He starts placing the brochures back in their proper cubbies and then gathers up the magazines to place them in the proper baskets. Without really giving it a second thought, he tucks one under his arm to flip through when he gets back to his own desk.

Flipping through the tourist catalogue, it was mostly ads for local businesses- restaurants and sights you and him had visited countless times already. He wasn’t really even paying attention to what he was reading, more so just skimming, until he saw the advertisements for the cabin towards the middle of the magazine. A two-page spread with pictures and convincing write-ups about the little getaway. Secluded and romantic, and just the perfect place for him to make up for the times lately he’s been away.

He couldn’t believe he had been able to pull off the surprise without you finding out, and the way your face lit up made all the extra shifts he had taken on made it all worth it.

“You sleeping, honey?” Lee asks, walking over to the bed as he kicks off his boots.

“No, just trying to warm up,” you answer, your face peeking out from under the covers. “You need to get out of those wet clothes, or you’re going to get sick.”

Lee nods in agreement, kicking off his socks and then pulling off his sweater. He untucks his tshirt from his pants before pulling it over his head and tossing it on to the floor with his other wet clothes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he chuckles, when he catches how your eyes are following his every movement. You shrug.

“You’re nice to look at,” you tease. He scoffs and continues to strip out of his pants until he’s left in just his boxers. He slides into the bed next to you, and pulls you close to him.

“Can’t believe we’re here,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry it couldn’t be sooner…”

“SHHH,” you gesture pressing a finger to his lips.

“You deserve so much more than me…”

“Shh,” you press a soft kiss to his lips. “That’s not true,” you mumble, sliding your hand down his chest.

He kisses you back tentatively, and cups your face with his hand as he turns on his side to face you. His other hand gazes your side and settles on your hip, pulling you closer as his thumb grazes the waistband of your panties.

He’d imagined the first night here to be much more frantic, rough and desperate. Now, he’s realizing that there is such a luxury of time here, and he can afford to waste hours with you just like this. He wants to take his time with you, at least for now.

He slides his hand further down your body and he grips the back of your thighs, and he practically kneads your skin there, massaging and just letting his hands feel the softness of your skin. You let out a soft moan, and he smiles. He swells with pride knowing after all this time, he still has this affect on you.

Your hands rest on his chest, and you can’t help but let your hands wander up his arms and shoulders and then up his back, and you feel him shiver at the feeling of your nails grazing his skin. He pulls away from the kiss, and ducks down to kiss and bite on your neck and collarbone. He moves his hands up to hold your back as he repositions you both so he’s hovering over you. You sit up slightly to reconnect your lips with his and he seizes the opportunity to unhook your bra and tosses it somewhere onto the floor with the rest of the discarded clothes.

“Beautiful,” he sighs, pulling you back in for a heated kiss, his thumb stroking your cheek gently, as his hand rests on your jaw. His other hand runs down your side, and you can feel how warm his hands are compared to your skin. You run your hand through his hair as his tongue slides into your mouth. You gasp when you hear the ripping of fabric.

“Lee!” You exclaim when you realize he just ripped your panties off. You watch with wide eyes as he just tosses the torn material behind him like he did nothing and he has the most satisfied smirk on his face.

“What is it, honey?” he asks, leaning down and whispering in your ear, sounding innocent. He kisses just under your earlobe gently, almost like his lips barely grazed your skin. “Tell me what you want,” he says, and you can hear the amusement in his voice as you whimper at the feeling of his hands squeezing the sensitive skin of your thighs.

“You want my fingers, baby?” he asks, inching his hands closer up and pressing little kisses down your jaw and neck as he rubs teasingly on your clit. You can’t help but moan, and your hips move in response to his touches. You whimper, desperate for more attention from him. “Or do you want my tongue, sugar?” he mumbles before kissing you again and letting his tongue explore your mouth. You are an absolute mess already. Needy and desperate, practically unable to hold still because of the way he was still teasing you. “Tell me, sugar. Let me give you everything you want.”

“Your cock,” you manage to let out breathlessly, tugging at the waist of his boxers, “Please, honey… Lee, I need you so badly.”

“I love you,” he exhales against your skin, pressing kisses down your neck and chest as he pulls off his boxers. “Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t tell you enough,” he groans, as he pumps his cock. “Fucking love you so much.”

“I love you,” you whisper back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer. His hands rest on the mattress so he’s hovering above you, and you moan as he presses into you. Your hands instinctively go to his shoulders and your sure you’re leaving little crescent indents behind on his skin. He knows your body so well and as he finds his rhythm; he can’t help but just mumble praises of how well you take him, and how beautiful you look.

He lifts one of your legs and rests it over his shoulder as he continues his movements, and you cry out at just how good he feels. He’s so captivated by you, the way your eyes flutter closed and you head falling back, the way your mouth gaps open at the sensation of his thrusts. He’s addicted to watching the way you react to him, even after all this time. He loves the feeling of moving to have your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and the way your fingers comb through his short hair. He loves the gentle and soft feelings of your palms and how that contrasts with the scratching of your nails, leaving red marks in their wake as you explore his back like you have a million times before.

“Lee…” you gasp, your chest rising and falling quickly, “I’m so close.”

He reaches down and rubs your clit as he continues his pace, and you moan at how overwhelmingly good his hand makes you feel. He can feel you, and the way your body responds to him, and he can feel how close you are. He doesn’t even think about himself, until he knows you finish. He’s chasing your high, kissing your swollen lips, rubbing circles on your clit and quickening his pace as he fucks you into the mattress. You cry out at the feeling as you cum, and at the feeling of your release, Lee’s follows.

He collapses next to you, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath. He looks over to you, wide smile spreading across his face as he looks at you in your haze of just pure bliss. He leans over and kisses your temple.

“I’ll run us a bath.”

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[eight-house]

The Moon Signs in Bed

MOON IN ARIES

Aries’ passion is immediate; love and desire do not build up gradually, but begin  full force and proceed with high intensity. In the bed- room, you enjoy taking the lead, and go after what you want with intensity and determination. Between the sheets you’re a fiery lover—easily aroused, with physical desires that urgently demand satisfaction. You have a strong appetite for anything new and innovative, and a talent for keeping the spirit of your love alive and thriving. You’re open to trying anything that is fun and adventurous—at least once. Although your sexual needs are high, intimate involvement with one person may become a source of conflict, because you require a great deal of personal freedom. It’s often easier for you to commit yourself physically than emotionally, so you deflect what you’re feeling into your sexuality. Then you deal with your emotions on that level, instead of confronting them directly. For you, a successful permanent relationship needs to be based in friendship as well as in love and romance.  

MOON IN TAURUS

Your needs and desires are simple and of a practical, physical nature. Highly physical, your enjoyment of lovemaking is direct and unabashed and all types of physical contact appeal to your strongly sensuous nature. While you have no trouble drawing your lover to you, you actually enjoy being seduced. Initially shy, you  become a sexual dynamo once aroused. For Taurus the neck is a major erogenous zone, and you welcome slow, sliding kisses along your neck as a prelude to love- making. Your personal recipe for love consists of equal parts passion and romance. However, while romantic, you don’t overlook the realities of life. No matter how passionate, hasty couplings in bleak, uncomfortable places hold little appeal for you. The bed partner who sets the scene with candles, music, and flowers, and plies you with delectable goodies such as exotic fruits, chocolates, and fine wines truly knows the surest way to your heart.

MOON IN GEMINI

More mental than emotional or physical, your major erotic zone is between your ears. You get off on fantasizing and talking about sex. Your aversion to boredom makes witty banter and subtle promises of previously untried bedroom techniques the ideal come-on from a prospective lover. You expect sex to be fun and prefer making love in unusual places. Risk provides an added thrill, and the possibility of getting caught in the act fuels your erotic imaginings. Even at home, you dislike having your lovemaking confined to the bedroom. Variety and change stimulate your desires, and you’re willing to try anything new or different. Since you love gadgets, sex toys and devices are a welcome addition to your erotic activities.

MOON IN CANCER 

In an intimate union, the intensity of your sexuality is directly connected to the depth of your feeling for your companion. The act of love can carry you to incredible heights or leave you feeling deflated and let down. Sex for its own sake is just not your style. In the bedroom, your approach is romantic, sensual, tender, and always considerate of your lover’s wishes. You long to be courted and love to kiss and cuddle between the sheets. In intimate moments, you’re shy and sensitive, but in your dreams, you’re bold, imaginative, and audacious enough to take risks that you hesitate to pursue in reality. Your ideal bed partner coaxes you out of your shell, and gets you to reveal your most erotic imaginings. When acting out your secret fantasies, you engage your entire being in an exotic game of joyful seduction.

MOON IN LEO

Love is your ultimate aphrodisiac, and your idea of the perfect turn-on includes tons of affection and admiration. As a lover, you’re not a big fan of subtlety and believe that actions really do speak louder than words. While aggressive and dramatic in the bedroom, you’re never crude or boorish. Your sunny, romantic idealism permeates your lovemaking just as it lights up every other area of your life. Physical intimacy makes you feel alive and fulfilled, and your sexual prowess and ability to please your lover are exceedingly important to you. Because your plea- sure-seeking instincts are strong, you’re eager to experience all the joys lovemaking has to offer. Your sex drive is greatly enhanced by the comfortable accoutrements of the good life, and you get off on being pampered and wooed luxuriously, as befits your regal, leonine status.

MOON IN VIRGO

Because of its introverted aspect, Virgo is not a very sexual position for the Moon. Even when your deepest feelings are engaged, your shyness makes it hard for you to be demonstrative. You want a close union based on mutual respect and affection, and appreciate the refined elegance of beautiful, tasteful surroundings. Getting physical with your lover allows you to relax and forget about mundane worries. Since pleasing your mate is foremost in your mind, once you feel comfortable with your bedmate you make an amazingly skilled, generous bed partner. When you find a new way to gratify your lover, you hone the technique until it approaches perfection. While not the most exciting lover, you’re definitely one of the most considerate and obliging. Moreover, like a fine wine, your sensuality becomes richer with age and experience

MOON IN LIBRA 

Your approach to lovemaking is glamorous and alluring. You appreciate the intri- cate rituals of old-fashioned courtship, and enjoy being wooed with finesse and sophistication. Sex and romance are intertwined in your mind, and you prefer artful seduction to a carnal free-for-all. Your erotic sensuality emerges most readily in a sumptuous setting that engages all the senses. Luxurious bedding, sultry nightwear, soft music, flickering candles, and fresh flowers add the requisite spice to your lovemaking. A special night dedicated to love, in a romantic setting with moonlight and whispered words of adoration, serves as a genuine turn-on and affectionate gestures and loving words draw out your passions and get your sexual juices flowing.

MOON IN SCORPIO

Imbued with a smoldering sexuality, when you turn on your sultry charm, few can resist you and, once you get going beneath the covers, you have tremendous staying power. Your passionate lovemaking requires a dynamic bed partner with physical stamina equal to your own. Your innate fascination with sexuality inspires numerous fantasies of erotic seduction. Acting out these scenarios with your mate provides an outlet for your active imagination in addition to being a guaranteed turn-on. An extremist, you equate sex with power and control, making you a de- manding, but wickedly delightful lover. You intuit your partner’s secret desires— and make them come true. Sharing your lusty thoughts with your beloved serves as tantalizing foreplay for steamy nights of intense lovemaking.

MOON IN SAGITTARIUS

Your sex drive is strong, but erratic. At times, your bedroom style can be wildly experimental, and you’re always eager to explore new ways of expanding your sen- sual horizons. Physical attraction sparks your interest initially, but it takes intel- lectual stimulation to hold it indefinitely. Spontaneity, fun, excitement, and adventure turn you on and matter more to you than grand passion. A short getaway is relaxing, and camping, hiking, and making love under the stars reinvigorates you. Your natural exuberance, candor, and lack of guile in the bedroom allow you to express your sexual desires openly. More interested in action than fantasy, having sex in different locations—at home and otherwise— is a real turn-on for you. Why be restricted to the bedroom when there are so many other appealing places to make love?

MOON IN CAPRICORN

When aroused the strongly sexed lunar goat is capable of intense and sustained ardor. Where lovemaking is concerned, you like to take it slow and get it right and you work at love with the same diligence and dedication that you apply to other areas of your life. Your style of lovemaking, while respectful and refined, tends to be no-nonsense and you consider coquettish games a waste of time. Nevertheless, whatever you lack in the romance department, you more than make up for in skill and sexual prowess. Despite your down-to-earth attitude toward sexuality, you can be vamped and seduced. Your ideal lover knows how to lure the horny goat out of hiding by creating an atmosphere of sensuality where you can relax and give full rein to your many erotic desires. 

MOON IN  AQUARIUS

In the bedroom, you’re daring and unconventional. A genuine nonconformist, you’re sexually uninhibited and predisposed to experimentation; if something sounds fun, you’re willing to give it a go. You exude a sex appeal that positively crackles with electricity, and you believe that nothing is too far out as long as it pleases both partners. However, no matter how much you enjoy making love, you always keep your wits about you and never allow yourself to be totally swept away by passion. Lovemaking has little meaning for you unless it truly engages your mind along with your body, and you respond as readily to verbal suggestion as to physical stimulation.

MOON IN PISCES

For the fish, love and sex are irrevocably intertwined, and nothing gets your attention faster than an old-fashioned romantic courtship. You want a lover who quotes poetry, scatters rose petals, and makes all-consuming love by candlelight. In turn, you enchant your lover through subtle seduction, and your unpredictable nature makes you endlessly fascinating. In bed, your aura of vulnerability brings out your partner’s protective instincts. Although you love to kiss and cuddle, the physical side of sex matters less to you than an emotional connection with your lover. Even so, you’re no slouch between the sheets. Prepared to give your all, you readily set your own needs and desires aside in order to satisfy those of your bed- mate